Hell

Torn flesh shattered bones. Bleeding heart, punctured lungs, blistered skin, sunk in eyes. These are the thing that happen to you in hell. Thing are crawling gnawing and sawing down here in the pits of hell. People are screaming, crying and begging down here with me. There is no happiness down in the flames there is only pain it's very simple and plain. Whether you're a sinner or a saint if you make a mistake you'll be joining Me when you die. But don't you worry and don't you cry cause if you're real nice and good like you know that you should then you'll never meet me in hell. With the poem almost over there's only one question left to ask, who am I? I shall tell you dear reader. I am the ruler of this kingdom of torchered you've probably heard of my name I go by Lucifer or Satan and sometimes the devil. But who am I really? You may never know.