Hell Is A Place
A crimson sky, where embers dance and swirl,
A landscape cracked, a world of endless fire,
Where sulfurous fumes choke, and shadows hurl,
And screams of agony forever conspire.
The air is thick with ash, a choking haze,
A stench of burning flesh, a reeking blight,
Where molten rock, in ceaseless, fiery blaze,
Consumes the damned, in endless, dark, cold night.
No solace found, no respite from the pain,
No comfort in the endless, burning pyre,
Just endless torment, a maddening refrain,
A skin ablaze, a heart consumed by fire.
The tortured souls, their bodies contorted, writhe,
In agony eternal, forever damned,
Their voices rise, in endless, burning scythe,
A symphony of pain, a gruesome, burning band.
No hope remains, no solace in the gloom,
Just endless suffering, a burning, endless tomb.
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