Above Hell, below Heaven,
Everything has been frozen.
A world that's full of craven,
No way people will strengthen.
To winners, they integrate.
From losers, they separate.
When souls are inanimate,
Only voices resonate.
Reality can be drained
When there's unbearable pain.
If there's nothing to obtain,
Sin can never be restrained.
What's the point of redemption?
There's still no limitation.
Just seeking alleviation
On the death of illusion.
Will anyone ever seal
The delusions of the ill?
Or will someone help instill
That we can't flee from what's real?
Hmmm.. Not sure about the grammar or the use of words. Please tell me if something's wrong. I just felt like making a poem today. Hope you like it! ^^
