The road in life,

Is slippery and steep

A moment of weakness,

Is all that we need.

To slip and fall,

in the unending dark.

Of an always welcoming

Waiting hell.

Paradise is only

For a lucky few

Who make no sin

Nor break any law

Born at a time

And a perfect place

They never get to

feel the fright

Of walking alone

On their own.

Pillars of heaven rise

From depths of hell

Made by bricks

Of suffering souls

Moulded in life and

Baked in hell

Held by the mortar

Of unending despair

Some rot in hell

For a crime not their own

Their only sin was,

To be born in the world