Draw a circle, that's the earth.
It has, however, many layers.
Stay at the top and it's full of joy,
Happiness, smiles and laughter.
However, if you dare, venture deeper
Into the upper mantel of this world.
There, for yourself, with your very own eyes,
You will witness a living dark hell.
Screams and torture, killing and blood;
Filling every nation.
You shall not wish to remain here long,
But don't you dare go further;
For if you do, what awaits you,
Is no laughing matter.
The inner mantel shows you the gray and colorless world;
One of gray, tears, and dreams,
All with tortured members.
Run from them, but no, not down!
To find yourself in the core.
Staying here for much longer than this,
You will be joyful no more.
Sewn shut lips and candlesticks
And laughter full of crazy..
That is what you will find down here,
Among the dew and dazy.
So stay above in your mother's arms,
Safe and warm and happy.
And never venture down below,
Lest you wish to go crazy.