Poem: Inferno of Dante

In with fires conquer the vanished rain,

So creates the first and only purgatory to be made without made use

Of Steel and Iron by the hands of Man.

The hands of Man without the use of

Supplies.

Supplies produce the Mechanical Lullaby of rest.

Pain is half-way against the Law of Man.

The very ones who take their freedom

Gives salvation

From those of the same soul as yours,

Possibly worse.

The natural Purgatory

Is not forged of Steel and Metal of the

Frail push of Man,

But Stone and that which Gleams from Core's bounty,

By the Destructive Force of the Living Hand of Power.

Fire.

Gleaming like an Angel's Light,

Merciless as Fate can ever get.

Used by the Evils of Man, Beast

And Fiend alike.

By the Layers of this Personify Prison,

Those who turn there backs to God pay in a barren realm.

Those that Lust for Blood and Flesh be condemned in the eternal Storm of the Sea.

The that feast upon that which they indulge, now wallow in it in descrace.

The Greedy must hoard that which they have come to obsess.

The Anger that consumes must swim the Styx,

they will never stop.

The Styx takes those who sleep through the race

(It isn't wise to turn your back at your Punishment).

A stadium built by the

Hateful,

Suicidal,

And the Violent.

They set there fate.

They dug their graves,

And now they must rest in it.

Forever.

Those who live as the forgotten sins ponder symbolically

In the wounds that refuse to leave them be.

Seducers,

Sorcerers,

Barrators,

The Hypocritical,

They are all the same by some means,

By some link in a Chain.

At the Center of this Prison of Obsidian and Blood.

The end of the line show a Lake of Frozen Water.

People are seen,

Frozen in a conceouse state,

Recalling the things that they have done,

That they have regret,

That sentenced them to the pain that they have earned spiritually.

And at the deep end,

Frozen as if a punishment has befallen him.

God has raised his hand above his form.

The Devil is not the Warden.

He is a prisoner among us.

Screaming.

Gusting his Wings with a frenzy,

The Shining Demon that he is,

Has become.

From Hell to back.

All the pain,

Anguish,

Hate,

Evil,

The very components that make up the

Human Soul.

God is more Merciful than this.