I know this place quite well

this is hell

Random Poem

  • and what if I were the son of the devil

    and what if I were the son of the devil
    a connoisseur of exquisite evil
    what if I were thus without care
    deprived of any commandments to bear

    it would be best to avoid me like the plague
    keep distance, to avoid any undesirable ache
    I would not argue, I would not object
    no protest in me you would detect

    you would have to follow your own path
    and I would pursue the mission I have
    I would not bother you further in any way
    and you would not risk to become the devil's prey