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where soul suffering, sinking in sludge and mud
sometimes bombarding drowned in flood
and trapped among rats crawling with fleas
surely, that is what hell’s meant to be
and how it stenches stale urine and death
souls litter hell’s trenches curse one's breath
where starving and cold cramped, filthy space
and some lucky souls are in some better place
angels wear feathers, like cowards of white
wonder whether they were afraid to fight
a perverted thing, is the world so up turned?
cowards wear wings, while brave soul get burned
perhaps that’s why devils and generals wear red
hell's on a higher level, heaven turned on its head
fair is foul, sick is well, creations upside down
and while suffer in hell, cowards wear crowns
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......... creations upside down .........
sometimes bombarding drowned in flood
surely, that is what hell’s meant to be
souls litter hell’s trenches curse one's breath
and some lucky souls are in some better place
wonder whether they were afraid to fight
cowards wear wings, while brave soul get burned
hell's on a higher level, heaven turned on its head
and while suffer in hell, cowards wear crowns