Hell
I never knew someone could have so much rage.
The anger stays inside trapped in a steel cage.
People wonder sometimes where they are because its like a jail cell.
Hidden like a witch evil spell.
Sometimes you feel as if you need to jump.
You dont because you run into a big stump.
The truth is there are many people who make you feel as if your quick sand.
But yet when you drown you will realize your not on dry land.
Your living in a world of hell.
As you can see no one can tell.
This world is like a game of monoply.
No one does things out of curosity.
People are dirty when they play mind games.
God knows nothing will never change.
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