I’m at the edge of hell,
Feeling it’s flaming wrath.
It’s been 7 minutes since I went deaf.
From the screams of the tormented souls.
I look down and my vision blurs the further I try to see.
All those souls, each for their own reason to be there.
Each for their own price to pay.
From above me I feel the cool and refreshing air.
In the far distance, I see gates.
Gates to heaven.
To eternal peace and love.
I feel the vibrations of the millions of trumpets being played by the angels of God.
I look up and get a glimpse of what could be.
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