- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Not Earth, This Is Hell
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If this is life, why does it feel like hell? Why do I feel dead already? Life is a pitiful existence, meaningless and filled with no pleasure only pain. This place called Earth is not really earth it is a subterranean world called hell. The sky is not really a sky at all, nor is it blue. It’s black and hot, nothing but mere rocks that hang down from the world above us. The people who are really alive live up there. But we are all living an allusion called hell. Our ground is really hot molting magma and burning fire. When you think you’re talking to God. You're really talking to the devil. This world is not life. This world is hell. We are all dead. When you die here, you move on to another world of hell where the people who have died here are. You are born again there, and you never know you are really dead but you are dead. You live out hell every single time you are born over and over. This hell is endless. It consumes you. This not earth this is hell.
By: Sun Dragon
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