Hell - Poem by Nakia Crespin
Where is hell? Is it the blood that boils beneathour skin?
The blood that slowly changes us as temperatures rise?
Does hell have a smell? Can you even see it?
Is it what you make it out to be?
Is it really as hot as they say it is?
SO much curiosity, and curiosity always gets the cat,
It's only a matter of time,
so i guees i could take my time,
And take a look at the hand the devil has given me,
I will see my furture and join him
and it's just going to be
just another mystery.
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