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Dante
atmospheric torture it is the days of nothingness
soulful burden, I am crucified on the cross
there is a pocket full of liars
all with their own agenda, cash
funny is this sudden love story you have come up with
you used me up, hurt me, and think to get away with it
not just me everyone and you don't ask you take
there is no love for anyone in your cold heart
my writing is a fusion of things I've seen
my imagination, my full spectrum of emotions
past lives and music
inspiration of affection or lack of it
memories dream or projected from my star records
channeling connecting to the heavens
intercepting hell the book Dante's Inferno is not hell
this type of hell is more of a hang-out spot and revolving door
one day while in the garden here in my yard
I entered the elevator to hell
I visited all of the floors it was a trip
not in agreement with it's revolving door policy
I was confused I thought you died and went there for good
no, they are sent right back out with the same old beef and different bodies
envisioning a slightly skewed place where there are dimensions
that technology can not invade the interment prison
being unplugged from God is hell
facing the demons you released with your own actions and activity
with no weapons and no protection from his angels
believe me, it will make or break you
some spirits don't learn so they are sucked into the right realm for correctional purposes
just sucked right in automatically our Father deserves a break
he has angels answering prayers but even He must renew himself
this solitary punishment is most effective
the communal pool of thought would be contaminated otherwise
so though it is cruel it could always be worse
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