• Uncountable days
    Uncountable nights
    Infinite lifes
    Thrown to the fires.
    Innocent soles
    Tortured for undone crimes
    No more than moving corpses
    Stranded in a living hell.
    No, Hell itself must be kinder.
    And they don’t fight back,
    Can’t fight back.
    Too shocked they were
    And too afraid
    Of the punishment
    For their crime:
    Being alive.