Hell calls to remind me
That there is no escape
No home for me to go to
Nothing to keep me safe
Hell leaves a message
To tell me I won't sleep
To predict my worst nightmares
And to take away my dreams
Hell tries to scare me
Tries to tell me I am damned
But I have no fear
Because the gun is in my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But what is the destiny that is ordained? Is there really a purpose to be here for?