Sin

~Sin~

It drifts:
The ship that will carry
The condemned to their final place of persecution.

Sails crackle with cold white flame,

Billowing in a rage-borne wind.

The ocean is an endless

Wave of fire,

A heaving spasm of pain;

A spluttering heart

Bearing them to their fate,

Bound in the chains of their malice,

Crowned with the barbs of their cruelty,

Their mouths filled with their blood

And their filth.

Submissive

They will come to their end:

A place of utter unyielding darkness,

Where time is fragmented.

The waste of lost lives

Tumble in the blistering air.

Echoes of wretchedness carry in an unrelenting squall.

Here there is only the dark and the memories,

Only that which they bring

Dredged from the pit of their fears.

Only that which they dealt

In their monstrous lives.

Deceit.

Pain.

Perversity.

But this place,

It is not Hell.

For Hell is dark and appalling splendour

Bestowed upon those who bear the Devil’s standard.

Hell is reward and ghastly pleasure

Lavishly spread on the

Blackest of souls.

This place burns hotter still than Hell

For it is made of Death,

And it is made of 
Angels,

Deep

Within His heart -

- Made for 
Those who sin

In The Name Of 
God.

~