Hell, In Other Words

It doesn’t have to just be with him
The doors are open and I let in
The caverns of my monstrous youth
When someone dies and I need proof
To believe in a coming of days
But I am down with whatever he says
For a moment or two, at least
Then he uncages the holy beast
That bangs off walls in its cell
Does he know he sent me back to hell

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