Days had gone by, too much i have seen.
The gates of hell, as if i were in a dream.
I knew then i was dead, when i saw the anguish, the pain of the men.
The hopeless fate of the sinned and the damned.

The lords had pulled on the strings of their martyrs.
I wonder if they were as bad as they are treated.
Or is this the fate of every man.
The inevitable death that awaits.

I had met the deepest pits of hell.
Heard the unforgettable sounds of burning flesh.
The screams of the damned.
The chains of martyrdom.
Is this my fate?

At last i found it's end, or is it just the beginning.
I met the lord of lords, the satan himself.
He awoke his majestic form and approached me.
His lifeless stare pierced through my very soul.
I asked him, with the very last breath in my lungs.
What have i done, to become this cold?

He lifted a finger, and touched my head.
He said..
"I will show you your death"

I saw visions, of the day of the scene.
The reason for my punishment.
It was a clean reminder of what i had seen.

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