Poem 2

Feeling: strong
Souls Without Names The fires of Hell burn bright In the middle of the night Waiting for an angel to fall No hope of salvation at all A poor lost soul Is swallowed up whole Consumed in the flames They are souls without names The fires are ablaze In this fiendish maze Consumed by guilt and shame There is no one else to blame The fires are aglow As you sink so low The Devil has cast his spell You face eternity in Hell This is one of the poems that i love so much. im off so inabit!
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