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Return back to my Hell

Return back to my Hell

Though it isa hell
There is a light to walk and
water to drink
Though there are many thorns and stones on my way
There is away to light and
food to live
The heven may be sweet to stay
but nothing will be given to eat and
nothing will be given to drink
There is a class and
there are many groups of previlaged
Am  I previlaged or blessed?
NO,Cursed soul I am and
suppressed  man I am
It is safer to my legs and
It is good to my freedom
i retuned to my hell to feel relax in His shadows


[His    stands for  the leader of all demons]
— SAKTHEEE2007, Jun 25, 2009

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Geezer

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

Return to My Hell

Memories of hell can sometimes be a place to return, when they take us back to the comradeship we miss. I too have memories of hellish times, and return there to visit old friends, Sakkkkkkk. I was never in military service, but nonethless have had time in hell. I sometimes think about, and wonder where and what my fellow prisoners of that hell are doing now. It is a measure of our humanity to do this, I believe. You have this humanity in your person. I salute you and your comrades,and wish you luck. Gee.