• Looking up at the sky,
    waiting for my chance to die.

    My burninng flesh is boiling now,
    seeking escape from here somehow.

    The torture does not bring me joy,
    I play with death like it's a toy.

    "Go TO HELL!" they may say,
    that is no place you'd want to stay.

    You will never comprehend,
    that hell will never have an end.

    and you may condemn them to go but,
    Do not wish for what you don't know.