What if

Hell was still
A burning pit outside Jerusalem
The city of peace
You would smell it first
The haunt of decay

We love decadence
We crave it
Forgetting about the eternal stench
Of death

Inescapable fire
The maw of the garbage truck
Roars and splutters
Leaving stink in the cloudless sky

We foolish mortals call freedom
Until it answers
Then we decry
The demise of our withered hearts

The home we have made
In the dark cavern
The grave


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