As I sit in flames in the depths of Hell,
I burn. But I also ponder, Why me?
It was a shock not to rise when I fell
In darkness where I could do naught but scream.
And as the blood-drenched gates creaked open wide,
A paralytic fear overtook me,
When a wrathful fire gripped each my sides,
Dragged me in for those eager to eat me.
As I endured, endure, and will endure
A torture that dements my beaten soul,
I still wonder why I roast in fires-
What deeds had I done to cost me this toll?
When I dared ask Lucifer, she did smile-
“That’s exactly what makes you so worthwhile.”
© 2025 September, Kayla Macias

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