Inspired by certain beliefs (not mine) i'm sure you may guess
Bound in cobwebs of stainless steel In fire's of crimson hue's I await a fate I didn't choose.
In fear and trepidation Eyes erratic movements How I wish That the screams of tortured souls I could not hear
Will my own torture stake be to much to carry? For in the blood and entrails of the slaughtered There I read my perpectual doom
What use was all my love and hate, that has lead me to this fate? Can Angels consume the foolish deeds? Or will Devils disect this once proud heart?
Fire's flare in consumption of so many hopeless souls Trapped never listening no nor wishing to hear God I thought I knew it all
Pity the poor and broken down who had so little chance Yet the haughty one's shall burn along side this stupid man
So my friend sing out the songs of your own inequity Scream your innocence, though no one believes the things you say Face the eternal fire, that fire of destruction, thats waiting
The message of this poem is loud and clear: we’re all gonna burn! It’s a success in that regard. My problem is with the diction and the redundancy ( fire’s flare) and awkward lines (…That the screams of tortured souls I could not hear). In addition to these issues, there is considerable punctuation weirdness that could easily be cleaned up.
This poem is more like raw material that needs to be melted down and put through additional creative processing. It’s on the right track, but I would be interested to see how this poem would benefit if the long(er) lines were shortened and a real economy of expression was employed.
This definitely painted such a well defined and vivid image that draws the reader right in. It also brings up a question that a lot of us must ask ourselves eventually, where we will spend eternity. It is a very deep and valid poem, and I think it came out really great. Excellent descriptions and excellent tone, I liked it.
Wow this is a deep and very vivid picture of what to me would be Hell. It is a nightmarish tale that you spin in this poem and I can almost feel the fire on my heels. The flow is smooth and each line just blends into the next one.
Dont worry if the sparrow chirps today,
Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing
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