When Hell Speak Its Truth | Poem

Scared of loneliness, I develop fears within me,

Not going to live, yet, I’m alive,

See me rising in stars of pain,

Paused not destroyed,

Wait for me in the arena of comedies,

I’m preparing for a showdown,

Deathra, design a cocktail!

Let’s conquer the prisons,

I’ve been creating for all!


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