Martiria Hell Is Not Burning
Thundering nothing,
Revolving darkness.
Then He said "light", and light was.
And stars and anything.
Favourite angel,
And lux ferentes.
Burning of blind jealousy
For the Creation He loves.
Little men
Shadows and nights
Universe from a single thought.
Angels at war,
Shaking the sky.
Ages or seconds.
He did not move,
He did not raise.
Just painfully looked.
Hell is not burning,
Is frozen and dry.
A heart who cannot repent,
Tears eternally hold.
Black stormy mirror,
Cruelly reflecting
A blind worm trapped in the dark,
Condemned to remember.
