Hell Cove


When they are diminished and brought low,
They are lead to a tremendous hell cove,
In the Darkness, walking blind,
With their fingers intertwined,
Their brains, mashed, cause them to cry out and whine.

A faraway orb,
As bright as morning's day,
Shine above attempting to lead the way.

The ignorance within these walking shells is so high,
They begin to detour away from the light in the sky,
As they dwell in Darkness within each other's spite.

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