I've been to a place
Of infinite nothing.
Where the sky is bound
Only by the limits of the soul.
Where the eyes thirst for anything other then the infinite dark.
I came to a shore
Of eternal waters.
Where the lighthouse cast a feeble light
Upon a ceaseless night
Where the ferryman shall never return.
I heard the cries of desperation
Seeping from the sands below.
Screams so full of regret
Hurt beyond the earthly pain they yearn to feel again.
I stood over a lake of fire
Its flames licking the soles of my feet.
Liquefying the faces of the damned
Mixing them into its vast stew of sin.
I felt the mighty roar of the beast
Too frightened to gaze upon him.
His thunderous orders ruled above all
A slave master of the boundless army.
Then, I seen a light
Whiter then a blanket of virgin snow.
It beckoned to me, oblivious to everyone else.
Lifting me into it's soft embrace, and raising to the sky.
I gazed upon that hopeless place,
Not ever wanting to return.
A tear fell down unto its lake of fire,
And all of those who mourned…
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