Yellow hell

A forest of moaning suns blinds
the souls of the dead. Who
churn in and
out of the fire; formless.
Their bodies are empty screams,
their voices have
turned to ash.
Paradise is a million
miles downstream, far away
from this sea of flames
somewhere in the shadow of
another flickering star.

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