They say hell dwells here,
under the green stems you can see smoke rising from its roots.
Under your feet, you can see hot coals.
Maybe it is a sign of peace?
The ability to walk on flames without having to jump...Everyday, I feel the hot liquid seep through my toes; a new form of sand that transcends the norm.
My friends love hell.
They say it's possible that “all the lit people are there, eternity is a long time to be lit! ”
How healthy it is to feel old; knowing that you float in lava during slumber. You slowly disintegrating. A spine smoked into dirt.
This soil is deceptive; It is really just ground up skeletons and soot.