"The Free World"
In mythic "free world" fools reside,
Without any doubts they all collide.
And in this world, they forge the hell,
Where rulers, crooks, are known too well.
The Creature buy their souls away—
To make of these the bleak array.
Fake ills it spread cloud foolish mind,
......
Is death an ancient ache
Like this one
The dull rattle in the murderous cavern
Lined with resin and dust and tar and pure guts
A reminder of the last cigar
Of our bruised and battered makeup
Is death the embrace of silence
This stillness that permeates
My rotten cavities
......
Hell is your home.
But I live here, with the blessed.
Saturday 20 April 2022
Through a long dark path the sinful walk, their souls burdened unable to talk. From neck to chin, with chains they are bonded, to the call of their Lord they unwillingly responded.
In the distance they hear the roars of hell, it welcomes its guests by ringing a bell. Their rotten flesh is all they smell, they quench their thirst from a boiling well.
In the fires of hell they eternally dwell, to the life of bliss had bid farewell. They cry out in pain and try to rebel, but the keepers of hell do swiftly quell. There flesh is stripped, right off their bone, from the intensity of pain you can hear their groan.
They scream and ask what have we done? Today you are rewarded for the sins you have won. To friends and kin feel free to call, but none of them will save your soul. Now you pay for all your sins, into damnation your journey begins.
Saleh Ben Saleh
In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs,
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save,
To seek the path, the righteous pave.
Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,
A consequence of tongues that stain,
But just like seeds that die, then grow,
In Heaven's realm, our souls will know.
......
"The Free World"
In mythic "free world" fools reside,
Without any doubts they all collide.
And in this world, they forge the hell,
Where rulers, crooks, are known too well.
The Creature buy their souls away—
To make of these the bleak array.
Fake ills it spread cloud foolish mind,
......
Hell is your home.
But I live here, with the blessed.
Saturday 20 April 2022
My house is just that
A place for sleeping and belonging
But I don't want to go into it
Because of my issues from my trauma
My social media is for connections
But I'm terrified of the prison
Of my family's hate
and their relentless criticism
......
I'm a hell of a woman
A lot closer to the devil than Heaven
Burning bridges as I cross them
Winged like a angel but more 666 than 7
At least that's what my parents say...
I can't catch a break
So I'll catch you in the act of lying to my face
I'm wrong even if I'm right
......
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