Hell’s High Acres
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A poem for you to consider please
The ground we walk on is Hells high acres
Earths Pimples do pop and the Earth shakes
The Pit of Hell is at the Core of our Earth below
We send down big bombs to give cracks for escape
Old Angles now running the Government’s here
Hell is a bit hot so please do not try to attend
Angles cast down, this ground is their last stand
From Grace on High, to Heat Below, They Rule here
Angles of High to the Ashes of Hell, the Fall is so far
Until the Rapture Sound, They shall, Live here among us