hell is chrome


when the devil came
he was not red
he was chrome and he said
come with me



you must go so I went
where every thing was clean
so precise and towering



I was welcomed with open arms
I received so much help in every way
I felt no fear
I felt no fear




the air was crisp
like sunny late-winter days
springtime yawning high in the haze
and I felt like I belong
come with me


come with me
come with me.




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