Tennebratum
on the uneven slope
that surrounds the immense hole
where the living fire crackles,
there is a kind of pretty steep trail,
in it you see dry bushes,
burned and twisted
with huge thorns at their ends,
bordering the small passage
created over thousands of years
by the feet of those who began their penance
and of those who tried to escape damnation.
every body that plummets screaming into the void,
makes more flames spurt out of the boiler hole
and the terrified eyes
of those who try to escape,
find the afflicted countenance
of those who never cease to arrive.
it's under a sinful sky
that heat cooks fabrics
and causes the blood to boil in the veins,
the inevitable vertigo
and finally the horrifying fall
in the fictitious abyss where they will burn
those who believed in the engineering of lies
and they didn't realize
the abysmal incongruity of hell
as the devil's habitat,
where its main function
it is precisely to punish evil
who always promoted.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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