Searing Souls

Searing Souls

In the halls of shadows, where darkness rules,

Where light is lost, and hope wanes,

Lies a place where flames consume,

Where souls are caught in an endless doom.

The air's thick with the sting of sulfur,

A wretched heat that claws and clings,

The cries of lost rise high and low,

Screaming of torment-the fire's cruel glow.

Seared souls burning through flesh and bone,

Each cry a testimony, a chilling moan.

The weight of sin so heavy as stone,

Melting resolve and erasing the known.

Eyes once filled with love's gentle light,

Now flickering with terror, quaking with fright.

What choice they made, what path was tread?

Each step a journey to this fiery dread.

Within this realm, angels weep and demons grin,

Where virtue is hollowed, swallowed by sin.

The Devil's hand, rough and unyielding in its grasp,

Grasping each soul with an infernal wielding.

A man who once dreamed of hope's embrace,

Now finds himself in hell's dark space.

A woman who laughed, whose spirit once sang,

Her voice now lost to the fire's cruel clang.

Searing souls, bound by chains of their plight,

Forging eternity in that relentless night.

What sins led them here, what choices dire?

Greed, pride, wrath—a litany of fire.

Each sin a key to that infernal gate,

Binding souls to an eternal fate.

Justice, mercy—lost in the haze

Of flames that blaze with unyielding gaze.

The echoes of bargains with shadows deep,

Promises made, actions that seep

Into this molten, unending decay,

Where redemption seems to fade away.

Those who sought power, wealth, and control,

Now find themselves paying the toll.

A CEO who built his empire on lies,

Now kneels, weeping, as hope dies.

A lover who betrayed trust so true,

His heart once filled with love's hue,

Now shattered, burned, soul enslaved,

To fires that neither sleep nor behave.

A priest who preached salvation divine,

But kept secrets in the holy shrine.

His hands upraised in blessings divine

Now clasped in chains-a slave to the sign

Of the infernal stamp on his chest,

A pain, an unrest that will last.

Searing souls-each a story to say of pain,

Of loss, of guilt, of choices that stains. In this fire, hope's last ember is smothered and replaced by darkness, unbothered.

The flames are not choosy, neither do they sleep,

Feasting on honesty, purity, and jest.

No mercy is shown in hell's heartless keep,

Only regret that swells, an endless load to reap.

Yet, even in this desolate expanse,

A flicker of defiance, a fleeting chance.

A soul, once lost, begins to rise,

Seeking redemption beneath infernal skies.

He wrestles with demons, the echoes of sin,

Determined to reclaim what lies within.

Through searing pain and unholy cries,

He is seeking the path up, an opportunity to rise.

Is there any hope against the roar of hell?

A whisper-a chance for grace to tell.

For the deepest darkness can break too,

When the soul chooses for change to ensue.

To seek repentance and find light in self,

This is a heart's struggle, a struggle through hell.

And when there isn't any sense of love anymore,

A man can still work to face what comes next in store.

Yessiree-the scorching souls, flames will surely win.

But it is the heart, at redemption bought, that starts

To burn with different kinds of fire,

A light of purpose, of change, of desire.

It burns not for cruelty, but for the will,

Not in defeat, even, but still in strength so still.

A purpose to heal, to mend, to transcend,

To find, amidst tne darkness, a new path that must defend.

Let this then be a warning to us all who tread,

The choices that are made, the words which have been said.

In every action, in each choice we make,

We are outlining a fate, an open selection.

Live with the truth, live with honor, live with grace,

Let love take over, let the light take place.

For when time eventually closes its chapter,

It will be your heart that will testify to the inferno.

Souls scorching hot-a witness of choice,

A sign of power, love, the tone of regret.

Let us elevate ourselves, let us try the heavens,

Let us be redeemed, let hope not die.

Though the fires of hell may seem to consume,

A chance for salvation dispels the gloom.

To find light in shadows, to reclaim what's lost,

To endure, to heal, no matter the cost.

So let us speak not of defeat but of will,

Of inner strength that bends shadows until

Even in searing souls, there can be grace,

A return to purpose, to love's embrace.

Let this be the testimony, a shout,

A call to not let your spirit be brought to death.

Searing souls may test, may break, may burn,

But redemption is a flame we can return.