Hell and Home

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Hell and Home

Angels and Demons in the pit of Hell,
So scary down below.
The Demons, they laugh ' the Angels, some graph,
The sequence seems very slow.
I have to run before the day begins,
To alleviate my woes.

I get reprehended when freedom is close,
My glory turns to dust.
I'm taken to the Hell of all Hells,
I must run away, I must.
I escape and see the Demons together,
Is there love in Hell, not lust?

Love in Hell, that's impossible!
It's called Hell for a reason.
Demons, they take you in and spit you out,
It's social emotional treason.
When the angels save you and give you comfort,
It's the glory of the season.

After seven hours of torture with the Demons and their Hell,
I ride the transport back to Home.
With these Demons and their bullcrap, the Angels lessen the pain,
Now I'm in my protection, my Dome.
I see my loved ones gathered 'round,
'I'm Home guys, I'm Home!'





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BertaB said...
Feb. 15, 2009 at 4:04 pm
This young person has described his version of life outside his home. I commend his abilty to voice(Write)his emotions in a costuctive way. Please continue, your words desribe the lifes of so many young people. Your words let them know that they are not aloan.
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