I'm at the Edge

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.