|Hell Cometh (standard:poetry, 84 words)|
|Author: bodhisattva||Added: Feb 08 2002||Views/Reads: 1777/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The nightmares I had as a child.|
At night, I close my eyes, Hell comes and makes me cry, Dreams of the dead and dying, I'm on my knees, always crying. I see their hopes and feel their pain, My tears fall like the summer rain, Their life ends, but not mine, Where are you God, where is my sign? Is this my fate, my cross to bear, Watching others suffer, forced to care, Put me on the cross, I'll die for you, So others can see, what I've seen too. Tweet
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