Sonnet Of The Wretched-Chelsea Grin

A Poem by

NOT MY WORK

This is the sonnet of the wretched
Can you hear their screams?
Your prayers won't be heard
They will rise
When daylight dies they come and bring an abrupt end to your sinful life
There's nothing you can do to stop them now, it's too late
Just run and hide and hope they will never find you until it's over and they're gone
You think this is hell? You don't know the half of it,
And this is just the beginning of the end for you
There's nothing sacred here, Everything you once loved has been defiled
There's only pain, and sorrow
They bring the end
And there's nothing that can save you from this cruel fate
But it's your fault, it is you that brought them
They felt the presence of your blackened heart
And smelt the stench of your abject existence
They've come to cleanse your soul of it's affliction
You can't repent because it's far too late
Just wait until they have you in their grasp
Now you will feel what it's like to be in hell
And your only company will be the horde
This is now the end your soul is cleansed your mouth is stitched your eyes are blind
And your blackened heart ceases to beat anymore,
Now they have gone. Disappeared without a trace.
This is the sonnet of the wretched
Did you hear their screams?
Your prayers were not heard
They have cleansed all sin and evil
Lay to rest