Through Capsules

Some might say that hell is the home

For all the sinners and fallen saints
The ones who lived hell then died there
Only to be sentenced to an eternity too
The type looked down upon from society
Where normality comes to few but,
It thankfully comes natural

In a bubble of beats and smoke
There comes an infinity for those hellions
I simply glance around my own bubble
Imagining a world where we may be
Accepted into heaven too
Accepted for our fun and our love
Our compassion for life that's separates

Live like your dying correct?
If we live hell, why not pretend heaven?