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Dec 2012
hell is a place
where the patrons beg for
a cold drink of ice water and
then hell becomes
the burning beat of
the snare drum and still
the sweetest heaven of eternity
for the sick and wicked
mind of an evil heart
expressed in the amber
whiskey eyes of Satan
who sits on
the throne of death
yes hell is a place
Written by
Stu Harley
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