Destination: Hell

Houses so small

And so far away.

The rumble of cars

From the dual carriageway.

Yet I'm sat on a hill

With the sun in my face

I'm where ever I want

In my own little place.

Nothing around me

May exist at all

For little me, of course,

This world's too small.

I think we've all strayed

Too far from the path

If we don't come to,

We'll incur the wrath

Of God, Mother Nature

And, of course, ourselves.

To continue this way

Means our race in Hell.