As the blazing fire filled the room
Thousands of souls met their fate
Screams and cries
yet no place to hide
Helpless little souls
Yet they must pay
For their sins are sky high
While their good is at the ground below
So my dear friends
Pick up your books and come to sense
Worldly pleasure won't give a thing
As long as your death means an eternal life in hell.
YOU ARE READING
Spring Poetry Contest
PoesíaWelcome to Is it Ana?'s Spring Poetry Contest! DEADLINE: 20 June, 2017 The winner of this contest will receive a new LAMY pen and a 6-pack of ink cartridges!
