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Hell burns bright amongst the florescent moonlight.

Its valley's all stricken with blight.

Ending up here is not quite a delight.

For the air is filled with gut wrenching despair

The utter screams of those deep within the devil's lair.

For those who end up down here.

There is no hope only fear.

As for the ones with their eye

fixed upon that cloud in the sky.

Their mind set on good deeds and the light.

Nothing strikes harder then crippling fright.

For once you lay and take your final breath.

Knowing you will be in heaven for your eternal rest.

There was one thing wrong you forgot to tell and

the devil knows only to well, that once you are dead

you'll get a warm welcome to hell.