Living Hell

Written after My Mother And Friends Tried to Push Christianity On Me

Walking the empty streets at night our race is all but dead

Not that the brain they had before was working in their head

Dead carcasses of little children laying on the street

I now know there is no fiery hell underneath my feet

In reality our living world was also our own sweet hell

Week by month by year we built until we finally fell

Lust comes first given to man shown by adam and eve

Lust gives Pride to shining knights and into sin we weave

Pride starts Greed of money, power, control over the race

Control leads Sloth into its home and shows him to his place

With Sloth comes Gluttony the pigs of men who eat until they die

The pig will Envy more good looks and soon they start to cry

The Tears make rivers, seas and oceans to split the land apart

Then comes Wrath to wreck the path, turning crime into an art

Murder, Yes Kill! In The sweetest of sorts

Accuse the Wrong man but call it a civil court

Reviews

[Meaghan]

This is fantastic, this is the kind of writing that I wish I could do. Amazing.