Here In Hell Poem by Chey Lyon

Guillotines are for sinners
Here in hell we're all winners
We live like maggots and drain our own blood
Our souls are about as clean as mud

We reach out for a dropp of water
Here in hell, we eat our own daughters!
Here in hell my blood froze forever
To surrender to God, our time will be never!

Here we set children on fire
The conditions here are no less than dire

Stab your sister, shoot your brother
We kill here, one after another

Come and join us here in hell
I'm sure your time here will be swell.