Hell

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Some believe in Heaven & Hell

That Lucifer indeed fell

Some look for Heaven on earth

In every opportunity of peace & mirth


I, for one, know the final Truth

I am the recipient of every man's loot

Heaven may or may not exist

But Hell on Earth persists


I know because that is where I have always been

I am the pillage where they call me 'Queen'

I am shackled to the pedestal they made

Worshipped & their object of trade


A husband's wife or everyone's whore or a Satanic witch

On every hole they love a burn and a stitch

Everywhere is Hell, nowhere to run

Hell has a name, it is called 'Being born a woman'.


I may be the biggest sinner

But I won't go to Hell when I die

I have spent my share

Since I opened my eye


Ask those fanatics & hypocritical sycophants

They'll tell you your punishments, better than your reward

Because they understand Satan

way better than God


They are the architects of Satan's world

with God's name, they ask us to cover and shut our lips

While hoping to glance at us naked, hoping to make us twirl

Dare we speak, they have a whip.


I am their loot, a woman

whose rage their fire could not tame

I will build my Heaven from the rubble of their Hell

They will remember & they will chant my name.


~ Aazka


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