Hell



Heart. Be apart. Of my life. Need a knife. To slice my wrists. Fighting punching fists. To the wall. I hate you all. Wise words spoken. Off to hell with a token. Out of luck. I should just run amuck. In this life of mine. Nothing out of line. Pain is all I feel. I want my last meal. Gotta seal a deal. But that's just it. I don't like this Life one bit. Not anymore. Knocking on heaven's door. Please please please let me in. For the devil makes me sin. Please forgive me. I prayer it to you Moses on one knee  Stuck in hell forever. I hope not, I'm too clever. I'll get to have a second judgement. An angel of life will be sent. To find me, and relieve me from these chains. I'm stuck as a slave pleas burry my remains. After I'm done. I know I'm not the only one. Who is suffering depression and questions suicide. IM THE DEVIL YOUR COMING FOR A RIDE.
I try and run and hide. But the beast in him wants to be my friend. So maybe there's a chance of Hope around the bend. A Strike of luck. In hell can't even run amuck. On high alert with the devil on my back. Faithism is what I lack. HOPE AND JOY. I'd be blessed. But how do I get out of this mess?. The devil's number 666. We get put 6foot under what is the mix?. It's up to The Devil who stays in Hell and who gets sent to Heaven. So when your being tested always BE WHO YOU ARE PURELY ALL THE TIME. because we never know in life or deaths line we Be tested like in this lifeline of mine. Depression is how it started. then came the suicidal thoughts but now that's been mastered. I may not be too clever for this devil. His high up so far up on his Level. But I can only try. To be the best at the rest. Trying to pray as I'm looking up at the sky. Please don't leave me behind. I'm still here you just can't find me. Take the chains off please please make me free. Free from Hell aswell. Seven suicidal attempts for me this universe is to a t. The Devil holds what's really the way out key. Passcode to Heaven is 777. So I think there is a way. To find happiness and live alive some day. To be happy and free. I prayer to God down on one knee. I ask myself Is this the way it's meant to be?. A life looking at the past. Embracing the present. And hoping for a future?.
The Devil has the othority but I thought only God could judge me. Let me be. The demons running through me as I ly still trying to sleep. Promises and keep.
Please wish me luck to get out of here. May I be in your prayers. to make it upstairs. When I'm in hell I choose to be a demon next time. That way I won't be out of line. This story of mine. Please help me God give me a sign. This is how I want it in this life of mine. No sin. No bin. No cry. For I am strong. I believe in myself and my writing song. I have faith in God but ...
How do I get back onto The Path Of Or To Enlightenment?. Please whomever the angels you must have sent. Because I believe in miracles finally. It's all been a very scary path. I have been ripped in half. And gohsts have flown out of me here in this place. I've stopped seeing the devil's face. I'm sick and tired of this race. This race to Hell On The Ride Of My Life with the devil running rings around. I hear his voice a very scary sound. 10 years it's been. When can I finally be clean?. Clean of all my sins. If I believed in that crap. Demons running through my body so can't nap. Testing testing one two three. Please Satan let me be. Leave me be. I can make it without you, so I think. Trying not to fall but gotta beat the best as I blink. No truth and honesty in the back of my eyelids. F*ck can't make it to Heaven now I just want my kids. To teach them and guide them and shape them. Into m.y ...
So listen up. Half full cup. Look up at the sky. Angels are here but heaven is pretty far and way up high. Just a thought... Prayer . Growing wiser as days pass. I'm in far too deep to last. Long enough for Help to seek and find me... So I prayer now here to God. Dear god Will you be my saviour and make the devil see. See the honour I have. And the pride, wisdom, and the nature of myself, the strength in me To FIGHT WHAT EVER THE GOD,, AND DEVIL THROW AT ME IN THIS CRAZY DREAM OF FEAR AND INTENSITY. Just Open My Heart And YOU WILL FIND THE KEY. The key to my history. The key to my Allah. Uckbaaahhh. The key to me. Can't you see?. I am a prisoner of hell yes I am. Damb. Damb it all my thoughts to hell for the devil to see and decide to give me my soul back and cancel this spirit possession I'm going through. Who knew my life would take this massive turn. It's been 10 years now. So confused, I don't know how. How I got here. My times up. Heaven please hear me out. I've got much to say about. Me.
I wanna live free, so I prayer for free will and the mother fucking will power to be again to live to thrive to mother fucking tactics to be alive. To gain knowledge and resources to stay that way and have forever young, forever immortality to the last dying day. I AM FOREVER GROWING. but where am I ? I can't be found .  First sight and sound. Help me . Are you there?. Are you here?. He doesn't know where to be. There?? Here? Yes. I am the best. Well one of the best. I AM GREAT AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME. I do fear but that's what were meant to feel so the devil can get in. Magical and sinnful is the medical terminology of the words yin yang. So sin was never'never meant to be. Can you see?. A hole history ruined on a lie that the Devil made first Sinn. The knowledge I've gained along this way. Along this ride every day. I am my greatness. And I beg a second chance. Inhance. Pants. Stance. Ryming is such fun. Now you go have a nice one. God bless you all. I hope you'd have enjoyed my first story. Till the next chapter...
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Hell. Heaven. Pride and Ride"

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Written on September 26, 2023

Submitted by taylahjademckay1 on September 25, 2023

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Taylah McKay

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