Hell

I know what hell is
I know where it is
I know what it's made of
I know who's there

I know what hell is
It's not the hot place deep underground
That church wanted to me to think it is
No, that would be a vacation from this frigid existence

I know what hell is
It's not fire and brimstone
That's what the misinformed think
No, it's wood paneling and paper-thin walls

I know what hell is
It's not the playground
Of Satan and his demon cohorts
No, they cower and cry at the mere mention of these beasts

I know what hell is
I know without a doubt
I know because
I live there

Shay Kuntz
3/26/03
Could you be more of a bitch Beth?

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