Dying to Hell

Death is a mystery that cannot unfold. For once you have met it, the rest is untold. No one can see it, or what it may bring. Once it has caught you, you scream and not sing. The fires of Hell are burning great. For today is the day that you meet your fate. It gets hotter and hotter the more you go down. Your skin just slides off you and you hit the ground. You go on forever, you cannot turn back. Your soul shall be tortured for your mighty tact. You crawl through the blood, the fire, and stone. Your flesh now burns off you, you're nothing but bone. Your skin has now melted, your muscles did bleed. You have to get out, its your only need. The pain and the torment, it makes you enraged. You're nothing but brutal, you feel like your caged. You need to get out before you burn there alive. Now you're in Hell, you cannot survive.