Hell is pounding on our front door,
louder and louder than ever before.
Sending the light into hiding.
Our candles are lit but the chills,
the ice,
has seeped below our doors
taking the warmth that we held,
sending us into this cold hell.
Hell is pounding on our back door,
louder and louder than ever before.
The terror slowly seeps into me,
as everything falls down around me.
So this is what hell looks like,
when everything has frozen over.
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