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I never thought I'd say this, but bring back the flames
Let me have scalding and roasting and pain
Wind whipping my flesh far worse than the lash
I long for the days where my limbs would be smashed
Give me torture from the claws of the Devil himself
It beats the numb sting of a winter ice shelf
Things were bleak here before, but now the light's dimmer
All from the eyes of this snow buried sinner
To those who transgress, take this wisdom you're told:
Nothing is worse than Hell in the cold
About the Creator
Danielle Kelley
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Comments (1)
This is really deep. Fantastic writing!