Born into this world a fragile being so becomes aclloused by hardsdh reality an bleak circumstance for the weak will perish in this eternal fire only leaving hearts made of stone and hate betrayed by the words of false prophets feeding the broken words of hope in vain no comfort can be found in the embrace of insincerity we hold on by a thread of hope but that thread is nothing but a false glimmer we are the calloused and the broken baptized in eternal fire for the weak will perish in this eternal fire only leaving hearts made of stone and hate betrayed by the words of false prophets