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The Wrong Choice
She looks between the two people.
Jesus Christ and the Devil.
She's trying to make the right choice, She opens her mouth to say " I choose Jesus Christ." But nothing comes out except for "I choose the Devil." Jesus gives her a sad look and says "alright my child." She screams and shouts but it makes no difference.
He sent her Deep Inside The Pits Of Hell.
Where there's nothing more then awful smells.
There's no signs of life, except for the sounds and screams of fright.
Demons and Creatures roam about. The awful smell of burning flesh.
Tormented Souls are clawing and scratching the wall, trying their best to give it their all.
She looks for an escape, But the Devil already decides her fate. He gives the Demons the okay, as they drag her away.
She begs for her life, But they give her strife.
She knows this is it, So she whispers goodbye as she gives her Final Battle Cry.
Jesus Christ and the Devil.
She's trying to make the right choice, She opens her mouth to say " I choose Jesus Christ." But nothing comes out except for "I choose the Devil." Jesus gives her a sad look and says "alright my child." She screams and shouts but it makes no difference.
He sent her Deep Inside The Pits Of Hell.
Where there's nothing more then awful smells.
There's no signs of life, except for the sounds and screams of fright.
Demons and Creatures roam about. The awful smell of burning flesh.
Tormented Souls are clawing and scratching the wall, trying their best to give it their all.
She looks for an escape, But the Devil already decides her fate. He gives the Demons the okay, as they drag her away.
She begs for her life, But they give her strife.
She knows this is it, So she whispers goodbye as she gives her Final Battle Cry.
Published 9th Sep 2012
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