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The color of hell is grey.
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All that fire, all those reds and leaping movement, all the screams? Drama. Televised drama. The true color of Hell is grey. The grey of institutionalized walls, where the students are in prison and feel like prisoners. The grey of the clothes they wear, since so many colors are banned as gang colors. The grey of the food they eat, as bad as any served to British Tars.
The grey of having a dream die, a little, every day. Watching the predatory junior male targeting the freshman girl who wants to be popular, and knowing you can't do anything useful about it. Dealing with the students that can't even muster hate towards the system, so instead work on noise and disrespect and insolent glares--especially that predatory junior male, because he can play a little basketball. Seeing all the smart students fleeing the school, so the ones left are barely what you might consider adequate, but if you abandon them, then what?
Grey.
In a FIERY Hell, there is hope of Heaven. Red light is light. Loud noises can give way to heavenly music (which some might consider industrial goth.) Pain means that perhaps. someday, you can feel pleasure--or at least the cessation of pain.
Greyness means feeling nothing.
The color of hell is grey.
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All that fire, all those reds and leaping movement, all the screams? Drama. Televised drama. The true color of Hell is grey. The grey of institutionalized walls, where the students are in prison and feel like prisoners. The grey of the clothes they wear, since so many colors are banned as gang colors. The grey of the food they eat, as bad as any served to British Tars.
The grey of having a dream die, a little, every day. Watching the predatory junior male targeting the freshman girl who wants to be popular, and knowing you can't do anything useful about it. Dealing with the students that can't even muster hate towards the system, so instead work on noise and disrespect and insolent glares--especially that predatory junior male, because he can play a little basketball. Seeing all the smart students fleeing the school, so the ones left are barely what you might consider adequate, but if you abandon them, then what?
Grey.
In a FIERY Hell, there is hope of Heaven. Red light is light. Loud noises can give way to heavenly music (which some might consider industrial goth.) Pain means that perhaps. someday, you can feel pleasure--or at least the cessation of pain.
Greyness means feeling nothing.
The color of hell is grey.
