walking towards the big black gates
thorns all around and thick grey mist
walking through the path of the living dead
it's midnight and the moon is full
you take a fast look back
see nothing there
turn back and keep moving on
as you go through this black evil space
you think the nightmares you had
your fears from your childhood
everything you fear
everything you ve dreamed is here
waiting you to surrender to them
they are calling you to go with them
you have come to the crossroad of your life
one goes to hell
one goes to trouble
on to pain
and the one left takes you to freedom
the freedom path is blocked by thorns and big black trees
the trees tell you to go through you have to been through
the following things
HELL.PAIN.TROUBLE
one can never been free if he had never been enslaved
so be a slave in hell
take your time with the troubles
and endure the pain of this
only then you ll be free again
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