It’s thick and black.

Tears fall down your face, you try to reach the end.

The others have left you die.

The flames rise higher, and the smoke grows thicker.

You cry for help, but the smoke makes it to hard to breath.

Your weak on your knees and you crawl to the end.

Eyes start to fail and you see blurs.

The tears keep falling until you just stop and it the ground.

You feel something touch you, not sure if it’s good or bad.

You hear a voice within the smoke, the devil is here for you.

He’s what they say they are, evil in every way.

And the only words you hear from him is: “Welcome to your new home.”

The smoke covers you again and your lost in a forever darkness.

The only you can hear is his laughter of your defeat…..

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