HellA Poem by I Cast a ShadowFlames lick souls Scorching what is left of sinners weighed by heavy transgression. Men and women shriek hoarse in constant horror For eternity. Thick clouds like sludge hang Amongst the sounds of moaning and Eerie discordant sounds like music Made by accumulated grievous and insidious chants Muffled by the excrement made by man’s indulgences; Icy rain and snow makes their mud to choke and gurgle upon; Those that wade; sunk wearily under life; Sunk in death like cold stones. And somewhere; No where; Everywhere; Lurks He, Himself that has but the Earth As His throne. With a mouth that opens wider and wider Hurling and sucking the souls of the wicked ever down. © 2012 I Cast a ShadowAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorI Cast a ShadowPortland, ORAboutI read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more..Writing
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