I enter a burning wrath.
And stand encapsulated in
Flames.
A black monster
bares his teeth in front of me.
Raging darkness
Swallows the fate of Icarus.
Lavina’s tragic demise.
Escalating
Higher
Higher still.
I look up
And to my thrill
I see him.
Sitting legs crossed
The man that
From his fiery cell.
Reigns anguish
Burning
Burning in Hell.
He welcomes me
The seat is hot
With greed, sloth
Lust
I awake
With a thrust.
Hot with sweat I touch my brow
Scourged marks I have now.
A mark for pride
A mark for envy
Left to tell
The anguishing thing.
No man should have the grief of feeling that pain
Except Lucifer, falling
Falling again.
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