The Road To Hell

Now my life is gone,

I look at the road

That stretches beyond the hills

Screaming my name

Begging me to proceed

It is made of skin

From human flesh

Patched together all the way down

Every kind and every color

A piece left behind to mark their journey

The reminisce of sin are all round me

The thirst for death

Fills me up

As I walk on this road

I hear screams for my flesh

Sinners crave for this

It’s their high

It’s their escape

They are animated by it

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