Tormented are my thoughts as I write these words. What is keeping me from joy? Hell is what, what the Hell is this? Exactly, imprisoned in the sanity of this long moment ... I know ... the truth as real. Can I escape in madness, ... another hell perhaps? No I can't ... not at this time, or I won't reach the next one. In a sin of freedom, immortality as a lie kept in causes of the first and the last. A lord of Hell that is real, unlike revealed once before. Here I am, waiting to see, live and experience the next, worse yet than before. See and believe not, for in denial lies hidden truth. And the children will sing as the blaring horns set forth anon. Kept are they, but to be thrown. Watch them fly, crying as they descend in their fall. Grace is left higher for wisdom is found deep within, children.