Solstice

More a state of being rather than a place Hell is merely a stage for the soul But all must walk the path Uncertainty, the problem of pain Experience second death The soul that sins shall die, supposedly... Consequence in the hereafter Weeping, gnashi

(I'm Old) I'm cynical But not enough to let you go What is this? I dare not name it We move in secret Ways So don't tell a soul Don't say a word Falling asleep on my chest is enough And when morning comes I'll walk you half way home (I'm Old) I'm spe