Hell
I have been to the depths of hell and fought the devil in his own house.
The fight was physical and mental and lasted for weeks until the losers fell to the floor and surrendered.
With head hung low cut and bruised mentally exhausted the losers left hell and was never seen again.
All I can say is that the losers will now be roaming the world in shame.
AND ME I LOVE MY NEW JOB AND ITS NEVER COLD IN HELL.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2024
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