Purgatory

A Demon in charge of watching over purgatory describes what he sees.

Purgatory...I've sat in this post, high in the air, far above the ground...watching all these sad souls crawl around, moaning, crying, children shaking...mothers holding their forsaken children...death came quick and to sudden for these sad beings. All they feel is loss, they thought death would place them into a place of unknown...mania....a utopia...instead...placed here...in my purgatory.

Purgatory...The rains will never stop...no matter how much they scream and cry for mercy...this is the plague lands, god has judged them and now....women...children...and men, of all ages crawl in the seemingly never ending mud, rain beating them down deeper into submission...in my purgatory.

Purgatory...for as far as the eye can see...nothing but a low darkness, not too dark....and never too bright...the clouds rumbling, dark, and fat across the sky...never letting light..if there was any...into these desolate mud lands....never will these beings feel happiness or any feeling similar....in my purgatory.

Purgatory...children screaming and wailing...some sit curled up...whimpering...never to see mommy or daddy again...these lands are of sadness and loss, nothing else...it harbors mothers who lost children...searching even still in this never changing and endless land...crawling and crying..mumbling the names of there once loved ones...slowly realizing as the years...decades....centuries...go by...they will never see love again...no warm feelings...no happiness...in my purgatory.