The torrential flames churning in
his gut-the raspy edge that
gasped through his lips;
Tinging on the column almost fall-
ing, but hanging in;
The fight was waning, but not over
yet;
His life was all that he could give,
and all gifts were burned in the
pit along with a past he recon-
ciled with;
From here to eternity was now a
path known only to him, and
in an age of darkness-no light
would return, just sin.
 
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