Another Poem...

There's a place you can go
Where the blood doth flow
And the heat burns the hair off your skin

Where the sky is red
So the preacher said
And the good guys never win

There's a place I'm told
Where you soul is made cold
As it's thrown in a bucket of ice

But your body's on fire
Like a funeral pyre
This is how you pay the price

It's a price you will pay
Every single day and
Night of eternity

For the wicked don't rest
'till they pass his test
Then at last they can be free

What have they done wrong
To be trapped so long
With the king of the six-six-six?

It's a culmination
Of infuriation
With a dash of lies and tricks

Almost certainly
This is where you'll be
In a hundred years or so

There's no point having fear
As the end draws near
And the flame of your life don't glow

-- © Katie Delaney