Hells March Poem by Justin Evett
Hells March
Ridiculed and full of hate,
marching on through broken gates,
tarnished souls in darkened nights
marching on to faded lights.
Hope dwendles as darkness surrounds
screams are carried through the strickened sound,
this day would come as she once said
feeling your soul full of dread.
A probable chance is as it seemed,
but hope is gone and life was yet a dream.
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