From Silver Spires to Unquenched Fires
“And they shall go forth
And look upon the
Corpses of the men
Who have transgressed against Me.
For their worm does not die,
And their fire is not quenched.
They shall be an abhorrence
To all flesh.”
Embers whirl in torrential swaths
Into the dark, on sulfurous wings,
Along with the tortured chorus
Of infernal whipcord and the gnashing of teeth.
Putrid fumes and a volcanic glow
Alert the senses of the banished man,
Aghast at the suddenly scorched scape
That before him endlessly ran.
“I was just blinded by light,
But now in the darkness I’m crushed
And such horrible sounds in this place abound,”
For like blood from rent veins they gushed.
“What sins remain smeared on my soul?
What goodness did my life not acquire,
That when last breaths had past, I was cruelly cast
From silver spires to unquenched fires!”
As he mused over his punishment,
The reeking shadows unfurled
Through widespread blazes, the lurid faces,
Slavering in pernicious desire…
“My child, how I mourn for you…
Oh, in awful Sheol,
I showed you the Way,
But you chose to stray.
The candles of My guiding light
You shunned, making darkness your ally.
I made you and I love you
But you chose Death!”
And thus the Heavens panged with woe and mourning,
While upon the exiled, feverish gales exhaled,
Arrested into the ashen grasps of the Deep
Where the nightmares and fallen ones wailed.
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