New hell

on

White oblivious hell

Sweet intake of sulfur and dust

I was never one to trust

Yet, I was trained to die well…

There used to be air floating here

Fresh air afar from all this pain

So easy heaven can turn into hell

So easily we can lose everything dear

White hell, ruled by shallow fears

Victims of fashion and vanity

Begging to regain sanity

Wanting for the horizon to clears…

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