Choice of Hell

The heat is overbearing that is your choice the sweat drips off the tip of your nose the savage pit that you get dragged to get dragged through your heart set aflame that is your choice soul thrown in the lake of fire all this unwanted materialistic desire the burning never stops wont retire shackles infused to your skin no time to think when did it begin that is your choice you just feel the pain of the fire you are in you burn slow like the universe cooling down so much pain no time to look around that is your choice when there are shackles holding your neck down sulfur is the only smell where your soul goes I cannot tell because it is your choice between heaven or hell. -TA