The road of darkness
Hell is where it could be
Blindness will be learned
Walking stick probing away
Every step a hazard
It is test of skills and knowledge
In Hell it is fire flame
The cries never sleep
In the mind it is said
Nothing to burn nothing to evaporate
It is in the consciousness where it begins
Hell is yelling for recognition
Otherwise who will know?
In this world
A half way house of paradise
Learn it earn credits
You need it to barter trade
When the day arrives
It helps to reduce the loads
When the gatekeepers ask
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