Everyone's hell isn't the same,
Whether its fire, a blank room or acid,
That is not the meaning of their agony; its just the cause,
But the purpose of Hell is torment and corruption,
A separation from all that is peaceful and pure,
So 'The One True Hell' isn't fire,
Or all the despair you'll encounter,
It is losing your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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