It looks beautiful
It looks peaceful
Its paradise
But if you stop and listen to the wind
You’ll hear the screaming
The screaming of souls
Souls I have taken
They beg to be set free
But I laugh cynically
They hide in fear
Fear of me
They are trapped in the hell I have walked though
May they burn eternally
If you look around closely
You shall see that it is not paradise
The sea is made of blood
And the land is surrounded by fire
The red moon shines brightly upon it in the night sky.
When you arrive you smile and take a deep breath
Then memories of your evil deeds flood
And then your mind starts to race
The beast comes and takes you away
You scream as your are put into the flames
Over come by grief and hatred


~*Thanks Ozymandias726 for helping me write this!! So I dedicate this to you.*~

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