How do you fear Hell,
When you have traipsed through it,
Embered and deformed bloody feet?
When I have danced on the Devil's grave
for the tortures he perpetrates me?
When we have laughed in the face of blight
and horror of it all,
treachery inching it's defeats?
When we had practiced the courage and work it takes in love...
only to have hearts butchered
while we extinguish with blood then retreat?
What Hell is there to fear, but the Path
already worn?
It is the baring of the time like this,
Already enough of Brimstone and Ash
At least if I was on Fire...
I could finally admit collapse.
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