HellA Poem by I Cast a Shadow
Flames lick souls
Scorching what is left of sinners weighed by heavy transgression.
Men and women shriek hoarse in constant horror
Thick clouds like sludge hang
Amongst the sounds of moaning and
Eerie discordant sounds like music
Made by accumulated grievous and insidious chants
Muffled by the excrement made by man’s indulgences;
Icy rain and snow makes their mud to choke and gurgle upon;
Those that wade; sunk wearily under life;
Sunk in death like cold stones.
Lurks He, Himself that has but the Earth
As His throne.
With a mouth that opens wider and wider
Hurling and sucking the souls of the wicked ever down.
© 2012 I Cast a Shadow
I Cast a Shadow
AboutI read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more..