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the symphony of the Damned
I dreamed of Hell
Last night.
It was not
What I imagined.
Oh, there was weeping
And gnashing of teeth—
And fire!
So. Much. Fire.
The flames
Did not engulf the sinners—
No blazing inferno.
They were eternal
And internal.
As black
As coal.
No ray of light,
Burning,
Burning,
In endless night.
The fires of Hell
Were regrets,
Memories,
Fears,
For all those lost
And wasted
Years.
The agony
Was the same
For every soul,
But
Each boiled
In his own
Juices.
“Just one more
Chance!
Just one more
Chance!”
The constant refrain,
The macabre symphony
Of the Damned.
—©Gene Strother, 2025
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