INFERNAL HELL
In the desert
The sun tears at you soul
The heat
Drains you life
From you
Slowly like a leech.
Idle thoughts
Mean little to man.
Sheltered eyes,
Keeping their lives within.
Their skin,
As tough as leather,
Baked hard
By the scourching sun.
Infernal Hell,
In an infernal land.



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