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He opens the door
and walks past the grass
into a second hell. The first, was too
full of mercy. He looks into
the eye of the furnace, asks what the
deal with white chicks is and continues on
his way, up the ladder, off the deep end.
Showers of lava and pretends
to be poor in spirit and
opens his hands to the heaven of
The voice of a god speaks to him
and he tilts his head to hear and to
let the music in, but the voice is not
mellifluous for him and this god
is not good for the soul burning in
hell’s second
fastest growing