The last star sparkles

Hell is what we think of it

Hell is what we make of it

But it goes through us when we’re filled by it

the fire does not burn

the fire rages in return

a boomerang of sorts

hatred comes out of fear


a fear which that guides us

lure us into something we are not.

Then Hell breaks loose

when the master does not do anything but watch

and let stupidity run its course.

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