through these dark corridors
the preist wore a sinister smile
his flesh white as his collar

an altar boy
convulsing on the floor
malevolent men gather
to indulge in flesh
their lust no longer suppresed

lightning struck
as if the wrath of god
as if he would ever care
its only now that the boy realized
“hell is empty, and all the devils are here”

as he walked home that night
he realized he could tell no one
he would be a faggot
and no one would care
if he ended everything tonight

he went to the bathroom
and found his father’s razor
he dug in to his wrists
until scarlet flooded the floor
hell is indeed empty
but even the devils have fled
and nothing is left
nothing…

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