They all wanders in the middle of nowhere at Neverland
surrounded by darkness in light; no faith, no culture, no type, no fate
believer, atheist and pagan with one care
neither sins nor hate, but love they all share
time too busy to graps their loins
no yesterday, no today, past and present runs simulteneously so they don't trade to have coins.

There thought without wait is manifested
even Lazarus of them sleeps himself in mansion
none could open their lips to say
but all to say in their mind to fellow is sent away
communication is telepathic
mouth does not speak, isn't that sympathetic?
They don't cry for leaving their loved ones because in a blink they all have come

no place bears the name hell
only city of suffering souls, maybe illusion, no mouth really can tell
they all drink dirt and eat stones for not doing the will of mother nature
the cave is so deep, hot lava they all feed on either juvenile or coming mature