Don’t let them stay there!
Don’t let them writhe in agony
I don’t care what they’ve done— we’re all filthy sinners
Ragged and wretched, enraged
You clean us and mend us because we ask,
But they do not know! Do not truly understand!
How could You let them stay there, forever, bones full of twitching flame, screams wrought of iron and pain?
I am entranced with words, and
The anguish for their souls
Dies within me to a glowing cinder
Inside the ribs which curl around my heart.
Wreaths of smoke
As the flesh burns, in pain
For souls it will never touch.
You gave me words to fight the fear
To control the sympathy that threatens to flood my lungs and drown me
I am petrified in anguish at the thought of a single soul
Forever separated from You;
Yea, and I cannot fathom how much worse the pain is
for You, Father God.