Hell Poem by Jereldene Calvert
Hell
Come take my hand
I'll take you down
I'll take you round on
My merry-go-round
I'll make you sweat
I'll make you bleed
I'll make you want
I'll make you need
I'll let you fall to
The blackness of Hell
You ask for answers
But I'll never tell
So come take my hand
I'll let you fly
You'll take me up
Way into the sky
I'll watch you falling
To wire and blood
Hell is in darkness
But Hell is above
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