Second to Hell
Hell! thou know the word,
Might it be a shadowed thought.
Are you awake or you asleep?
Let dreams guide a way to fleet.
A land not far nor so hard,
Might it give you a shadowed thought.
It was there all before thy eyes,
Never had a thought to see it twice.
Dwelling inside are not worms nor flies.
Won’t let your eyes to be surprised.
Dwellers they are to be called by names.
These thoughts are silly but not insane.
There’s no fire to burn you full,
Nor even chill to make you cool.
Let dreams die, let doors be closed,
Are you free, as you felt before?
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