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Campment of Hell
Bodies filling the air,
All I can do is stare.
In total disbelief,
I find I'm in grief.
Separated men and women,
No, I'll never see you again.
Showers are just lies,
Gases in the skies.
Burning dead bodies,
Slaved and nearly rotting.
Death is all I see,
They're falling to their knees.
No freedom in this hell,
Just clamped inside this shell.
Praying for the day,
An angel takes me away
All I can do is stare.
In total disbelief,
I find I'm in grief.
Separated men and women,
No, I'll never see you again.
Showers are just lies,
Gases in the skies.
Burning dead bodies,
Slaved and nearly rotting.
Death is all I see,
They're falling to their knees.
No freedom in this hell,
Just clamped inside this shell.
Praying for the day,
An angel takes me away
Published 1st Nov 2014
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1st Nov 2014 7:55am
hell is as hell as real....
like kendrick will say, "hell is real, fire is proven"
BrrrRrrrrHhhh
like kendrick will say, "hell is real, fire is proven"
BrrrRrrrrHhhh
5th Nov 2014 2:51am
Dante was right. There is a personalized hell for each of us. Sinister and dark.
Anonymous
9th Jan 2015 4:18am
Raw and dark.. This write goes for the throat.. nicely done..
Dave
Dave
12th Jan 2015 2:54pm
Yes guys, this poem was written in inspiration to the novel, Night, by Ellie Wisel.
When I read, I feel, see, and understand everything that goes on around them.
When I read, I feel, see, and understand everything that goes on around them.
