Hell doesn't scare me
I walk through Hell As I do, I smile Because these demons are nothing but excuses compared to my own. Their lashes don't hurt me, they tickle. For what is one more lash compared to a thousand. Their knives cannot pierce my skin or flesh since many have tried and failed. Their fire does not burn me since my own fire is hotter than stars.
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