Hell above the sky.
That's where I recide.
On the feet of the Lord, I watch them bow in submission where I sit on the
throne of the kingdom I rule in the land of the nod.
Heaven is my footstool but hell is my aboard.
Like the silence in loud I find peace in the warmth of her teary laughter
of pain.
I love her so much I rather watch her vanish with history than hate her
genuinely to ease off her pain for humanity sake.
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