Place of Red

A place where Flames scorch your body

For the degree of the deed determines the place your spirit dwells in

Manny rooms of torture

Screams aren’t enough to cover the laughter

The joy of the Satans

 

I told Jesus about how I didn’t want anyone to end in such torture

I prayed what I felt was in my heart Prayed for everyone

My heart bleed the sadness honestly to him

Him who he loves and welcomes with wide arms

My tears fell down harder my spirit was so lost in pain I felt his pain and it hurt him so much

 

Red magnitudes to darkness

Darkness devouring the pain

Pain is glory for them

Red of lava and red of blood

Not red of love

 

I know only he can save

Me? I can only help

I’ll pray Ill pray ill pray

Because in hell there is no way out

 

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