Visions Of A Sinner

Visions Of A Sinner


Hell opened its fiery gates and I stood before Death.

Familiar voices beckoned, commanding me to enter but I dared not, for I knew it was eternal.


I sought a way to leave, to return to what was before but all those roads were gone, no passage remained.


I wept and was afraid yet moved towards the clutches of doom knowingly but not of my own will.

I was drawn in, powerless to resist.


I called for help but comfort was not at hand.

And why should it be?

I was alone to meet my fate.

Destiny had arrived.




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