The Non-Repenter Sinner

You have sin

Beyond the living plain

And never repented

As long as you lived

On this world.

As you sin,

You are washed

In flames

And

Never-ending sickness.

As the flames lick you,

Destroying all good in you,

Your humanity begins to slip

And your skin begins to turn

A blood red color

As two little pointy horns

Appear on both sides of your head.

The highest ruler of the plain

Below the crusty earth surface

Has came rising up

To only grab you

And pull you back down

With him

Where the flames live.

Now, will you repent

So you can escape him

And regain

Your goodness?