Hellfire

 Take me
Take my hand
Lead me back
Take me on a tour
Travel with me
Let us arrive at hell yet again
In front of the gates
Just you and I
Staring aimlessly
At what has entwined
Based on our fates
A respite to be found somewhere
A golden ship with a golden mast
Carrying its golden wings
With golden sails
All the gold we acquired my dear
In our previous life
Is so meaningless
The boat we're on now
Takes us to our place
We stare at the gates
Between heaven and hell
Hellfire will never touch my soul
It can eat my skin but it won't eat me whole
Before I die
Before I go
I will leave behind a fragment
A little piece of me
My soul will roam the earth
And be free
In the afterlife I am uncertain
But in the life I am me
Hellfire will never reach my deepest reaches
The messages I leave, the blood I bleed
The purple and the green
The black and the blue
All the colours of me
Speak of you
My dearest readers
My greatest friends
A piece of me is forever with you now
A piece of me is forever here
By your side, to help you when you're in need
So take my golden boat
With it's golden sheets
Hold on tightly
Onto the golden mast
And let your actions free you
Let my sailing ship carry you
Fly with me across the skies
Float and lurk beyond the beyond
All that is within my soul
Is spoken loudly
And quietly too
All that I can give
Is given freely to you
My words of wisdom
The fiercest, firiest of wills
The power within me holds still
Calm and quiet before the storm arrives anew
Me, all of me
I give freely to you

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