12 June 2012
I stand there, staring at the huge, burning red doors, small gaps in between them to show whats inside, people walk in the gate but hardly out. They march in like mindless zombies. Dead inside, walking into the bowls of hell. No one should ever step through those gates, what dwells at the other side is the unknown ring of hell itself. Two guards patrol the doors, old, cynical men in matching attire. I know inside there is dozens of torturous techniques inside. I feel a hesitation as I'm about to enter. But I take a deep breath and charge towards the fiery gates of hell, it takes tremendous force to open them and it shuts with a thunderous roar, as I enter my school.
Gates Of Hell • Opuss № I