Walking Wit Blood Through Hell Poem by kayla tucker
Walking Wit Blood Through Hell
i walk with blood on my feet on hot burning rocks
they burn my feet
i cant take it but that is wat hell is
hot rocks burning on my skin
the heat hurts
i fall to my knee`s it burns there as well someone help me
i feel coolness on my neck i look back and see someone a black figure
i look at him he helps me up
as my fet drip blood that is why i walk with blood through hell
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