Death
By Emily Thrasher
Hell is hot
That you have fought
Your flesh will birn
This you will earn
Have you already
Can you stand steady
Pushed into the flames
That the devil claims
I'll snap your neck
You'll be a wreck
I'll watch you bleed
Shall you cede
I'll tear your skin
Relieved of sin
Kicked to the floor
You'll be no more
This pain I cause you
Is well over due
Cry out my name
You'll die just the same
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