Performance of hell
They whisper from hell the name of mine
They yell, shout, scream for help with there voices in agony
They cry, cry, cry until there are no tears left and eyes are as dry as deserts
These men and women minds are broken
These men and women skin is burnt
These men and women wounds are open
The royalty of hell in enjoyment observe the performance of toucher
The king, queen with there prince's laughter fills the hell like music in a club
The expressions on their faces are driving me insane, crazy or simply mad
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