You were always told HELL was a bad place. Then you pushed open its door and realised that hell is where the truth lies... and the powerful people in this world tarnish the image of their resting place to keep you out.
The walls are black. From the colourful cross of stained cardboard windows, hands reach out and hold your head hostage for a while. What you see starts to save you.
The words climb into your brain and kick the matter into cosmic expansion.
You want to GO TO HELL again but Judgement Day has passed. You're okay though because your soul was saved. C/o of:
The words climb into your brain and kick the matter into cosmic expansion.
You exit the trance and pivot on your tiptoes to find a mirror there. Your reflection's mouth is open in awe. Suspended from the ceiling are a pair of legs which flew to HELL from another land.
There's a table, a machine and a man. Your worldly notes become tokens of appreciation for this awakening they provided, exchanged for very wavey garms.
You want to GO TO HELL again but Judgement Day has passed. You're okay though because your soul was saved. C/o of:
RYAN HAWAII
2015
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