Let It Burn

Memories flooding out of the Valley of Shameless, heading straight at you, consuming every bit of filth and happiness out with no words describing its fast approach. High in the sky, I fall with a bow of disgrace. Incoherence, babbling the stories you do not wish to hear, screeching sounds of the tortured, filling every cut, bruise and stab wounds with Pain.

Let it burn.

The past that lingers at the back of my mind, searing lightning bolts that jolts my body to life, attending the help that I never needed. You come just to kick me while I’m down. Cheap shot. Coward. You laugh when you see me have my last meal as a condemned man on Earth, waiting for my hanging.  Leaving me with a smirk on your face. I wish you’ll die like me, and Burn in Hell.

Let it burn.

The nightmares that haunts my dreams, every night and day. Showing me the sins I’ve commit. You’ve done it too. You escaped, but I’m the one who will feel the wrath of Judgment. You hide like frightened kitten. I will wait for something to eat you up and spit you out like bad meat, leaving you crumples on the ground, blood on the floor, while I’ll smile at you, totally deserving the sins you also commit. I will wait. I will wait, and in the end…

Let it burn.

The shameful acts I’ve done to deserve this, you will do it too. The consequences, the verdict, the jury and the executioner, breathing down my neck, breathing down yours too. It hunts down people like us, killing with no mercy, for its name is Death. When no good comes out of you, we will go down straight to Hell. Like I said,

Let It Burn.

The fire that consumes our pathetic body, grills the skin, the bones. Every painful nerve becomes extra sensitive. You’ll scream in pain, begging for mercy. Cursing the Devil, for its wicked ways. You’ll cry from the torture God has promised those who defy, turn their backs on God. Regret is useless, we can only lie in the Lake of Fire, and…

Let it Burn.

Salaam,  this post iis typed for us to see that are wicked ways will be punished by God. This may be a simple warning about it, but it goes deeper in the sense of what we do, we think is right is somehow wrong, but we still do it. So, be nice, play nice, do good stuff, do Gods bidding, you’ll be fine. I’ll leave right now. Goodbye, wassalam…