• Acidic tears roll down the eyes of the unwanted,
    the children of people born to burn in H***.

    No matter where they turn there is a wall of fire,
    and gas to be burned.

    Water is salvation, but there is no water in sight
    the icon of life is only an illusion, a false hope.

    Only hurt and pain surrounds them,
    with no reciprocity for their obedient actions.

    They are stuck in purgatory, waiting,
    Waiting for a wandering reaper to take their soul.

    To be taken to a place no better then before,
    to a place where no one lives,
    in an eternal nightmare all their own.

    But that is no problem for them, they are used to it,
    they have lived and flourished in their own nightmares.

    It is like heaven for them.