Its always dark on that hall,
no sun light can penetrate the wall that surround it,
only a shed from a dim light...
standing tall a thick dark brown door,
separate the dark hall with one room...
a room with several people inside...
i still can recall their faces one by one,
as they howl and cry to the Lord...
asking and waiting passionately...
they scratch the door a word,
something that i cannot forget...
a promise... hope...
and it is written..
Molave A26
GOD WILL GIVE US JUSTICE
XOXO,
Nevins G. Manafe
in remembrance of my fellow comrades
in Molave Hell.
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