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The Loneliest Man In Hell

The Loneliest Man In Hell

The rain that falls here is biblical
Hosing down upon us sinners by an angry God
It is as much a part of this city's character as the people are
This city seems like it's cursed, cursed to constantly live under doom and gloom.

In my neon signed home
I am free to be myself
With my adopted family of fallen angels
To live up to my fate, to be the loser that I am.

I sink into drink and watch as sweetness is asphyxiated by bitterness
Not blinking an eyelid because here I belong
Between these damp walls it is our den of forgiveness.

Earthquakes could take down the rest of the city
But this place would still be standing
And I know I wouldn't be the loneliest man in hell.

V Topp

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