He’s Laughing When We Sin Poem by Gregory PierreJerome

I saw the sun that burnt their souls
it had all its fun burning them in whole
their bodies turned black and cold
I was told to share but they never heard
I've seen the pain and now I feel fear
the burning took place in a jail
I can hear the people hail
the terror and tenderness
make me wonder if it was because of their sins
I wish mines are washed away
for when you're down there one can never run away
they are in a cell, they are in hell
criminals. Victims, prophets, and children yell
as the One above cries and feels just sad for they failed