I wrote this poem out of boredom mostly, but it came fast. There's this conference called Dare2Share that I went to. They played
this. It's called the letter from Hell. It's where I got my inspriation.
They asked me hard questions
about what's real and what's not.
I had all the answers
or so I thought.
They didn't want to die
and burn to ash in hell.
But I just shook it off
But that was before they fell.
They asked me a thousand times
"Who is this saviour you know?"
I didn't want to be judged for it
I didn't want anything to show.
All my friends are gone now
and I'll never see them agian.
How could I ever do this?
I'm such a worthless friend.
I'll be in Heaven with God
no pain or suffering at all.
The rest will be in hell.
And it's all my fault.
