Souls Without Names

The fires of Hell burn bright

In the middle of the night

Waiting for an angel to fall

No hope of salvation at all

A poor lost soul

Is swallowed up whole

Consumed in the flames

They are souls without names

The fires are ablaze

In this fiendish maze

Consumed by guilt and shame

There is no one else to blame

The fires are aglow

As you sink so low

The Devil has cast his spell

You face eternity in Hell


author bio:


I am 40 years old and live in Birmingham England. I am presently not
working and spend time maintaining and improving my websites. My interests
include poetry, modern art, and history.

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