Frozen Inferno

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Frozen Inferno


She is but a soul,
drowning in the snaking flames
of eternity log witheld.
Streamed upon a beautious face,
are the tears of blood.
That the angels refused to cry.

And in the darkness she claws,
away at an empty void,
Her voice is cracked, parched dry.
From cries for salvation
never answered by the world around.

When Hell freezes over,
what shall you do?
How can we escape,
a frost so thick.
When our hopes come crashing down,
where are the lies,
That keep us warm and comforted
in our shallow minds?

Is she nailed to a cross,
stained by distant memories,
or is she hiding behind the mask,
so thick and so real.

And in the naked light you can see,
the scars of the world.
Reborn in the ashes,
of her tears.

When Hell freezes over,
where shall we run.
To escape from drowning in the bile
of our incalculable misdeeds.
When faith is frozen in fear,
Where is the blasphemy,
that keeps us uplifted
in our hollow souls?

Her sorrow filled wails,
echo upon the empty winds.
Despair gives way,
to the emptiness.


Have the gates of Eden,
been all but sealed shut
by the greed and the lust,
of all the human lies.

And is she seen,
as all but divine.
In the eyes of a God,
that is dead or a lie?

When Hell freezes over,
where can we hide,
to shield us from our caustic sins,
that slowly burns away our souls.
When all salvation is forsaken,
where is the hypocricy,
that keeps us struggling onward,
as the unforgiven and damned?

The black of pride

**GUYS. I am so sorry. I meant to post in three, but I was hindered to like..five or six..Bah.

I hope you all like it, and pleeeease comment. I'll post again soon. It's mostly free verse with an end rhyme scheme. Have fun with the analysis and such.



The black of pride.


Black is the pride,
that covers our eyes
and plagues us till the death
of honor and rest.

It grins and it shines
of the lies and guile,
that we all covet;
unknown to all our lives as forfeit.

Dark is the throne,
of the men ruling alone.
Over a dominion of truths untold,
a sight of loneliness; bitter and cold.

Its grin dazzles bright,
a terror hidden in light
that shatters the hope of peace and order,
with blood carnage.

Black is the pride,
that spills only the lies,
of nobility, honor, and gall.
But gullible hope is first to fall.

For those that dared to dream,
a world unravelled at the seam
is all that would allow us to comfortably lie
with the black that is our pride.