AfterA Poem by James Kilic
Flowing red tears sent from his fearful home filled with anger that drives us to join the evil place and that strikes us down to agonise our soul that is striped to the bone and put to work in the bloody cogs of the darkest parts of the underworld that haunts our nightmares.
The shrieks reach up from the fires screaming for mercy and forgiveness to then be forgotten like the othersbthat try; they to start lay to be burned by the hottest flames from below the world. © 2015 James KilicAuthor's Note
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Added on July 24, 2015 Last Updated on July 24, 2015 Tags: Hell, soul, heaven, FirstStory, first story, satan, god, devil, im tired |