• Hot
    Hell is hot
    Burning everything
    Ruining and changing

    Cold
    His eyes are cold
    Seeing right through me
    I shiver as He sees me

    Dead
    I am dead
    Inside and out
    Through and through out

    Thin
    My hopes are thin
    Wisps of air
    As if none care

    Silent
    My heart is silent
    Never moving
    Too afraid of pumping

    Dry
    My throat is dry
    I would drink water
    But the earth would not be bothered


    Alone
    I am not alone
    They surround me
    Above and below me

    Strong
    We are strong
    Only together
    Can we free our brother

    Lies
    He fed us lies
    Now we shall fight
    Now he will feel fright

    Alone
    He is alone
    No one is by his side
    No one for him to falsely guide

    Weak
    He is weak
    Barely able to lift a finger
    His power is a whisper