0Unquestion the blackness that is a foot
in-douse in the genes of the devil’s coot
Smite the who steps before
Satan and the 7th Door
Stranger in the pail lands
soon to be betrayed by those who do not breath
maggots flies and a dick rotten disease
is all that you will find in the land
that doesn’t stand
Accept the horror that awaits
burning hell and demon gates
There is no way to leave this place
soo crawl in a ball and hide your face
We have no water, we have no food
just dead bodies and a very foul mood
there is no way to escape
when the demons close the gate
This poem was written/submitted by James Moore.
