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Phew.

A nightmarish dream.
A nightmarish scream.
Hells fire.
Hotter than a funeral pyre.
Satanic faces.
With fiery eyes that wildly blazes.
A rotten stench.
Makes a stomach wrench.
A dungeon of death.
A place that steals ones last breath.
Cries of pain.
Down here no gain.
The grim reaper.
The death creeper.
Bald headed rats.
Diseased flying bats.
I awake in a sweat.
Let out a sigh when i realise there's no threat.

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Yea! I was ready to get out of that poem! must have been caused by what ever you ate the other day! lol! great job!............Jim

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