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Hellfire
Your talons
Dig deep into my flesh
Your heart
Cold as ice
Lunges for me
As I cower
For fear that it will pierce me
With a fashion
None other than darkness
I pray
With my heart
Reaching out
Towards the sky
I weep
Screaming ‘I’d rather die’
And then
The spirits have mercy
And bring me
Back to my senses
Where I know I’m safe
From ever having to go to hell
Ever again.