[Torn Signs]

The fire never ceases in its hearth,
The spark emitting over the soul’s entire torso,
The worry of what is to take over grows as
The blaze wraps its chronic vines around the very source of torture.
The vines do not suppress the agony as they instead augment it.
The anguish yanks away the ivory control and
Buries beneath the soils to a mass of impassive ebony calamity.
Tossed into the corrupt restraints of murky vileness,
All possibility of returning to the luminosity of heavenly rays diminishes.
The filth and grime keep their claws on the soul’s very edge,
So every time the palms get closer to climber up the ladder of bliss,
They get yanked back to the gloomy lethal hell Satan first tossed them into.
When the soul tries the cleanse its hands,
The rivulet trails of the soul’s notched tears
Are cursed once more by the devil’s vile claws.
The battle winds through chronic scars and bruises,
Until the tears shed intensify consistently to more pounds every second
The intimidated mind is operating.
The solution is a strict barrier between the ebony and ivory.
To give in to the exhilarating anguish seems the only plausible answer
Since supplication for acquitance of the soul’s transgressions
Is another arduous accession to the soul’s already abounding craters of
Shame, sorrow, and regret.
If the soul is wholly contemptible than it is too arrogant and ignorant for the Lord,
Therefore subduing to its transgressions will not occur
As instead the soul will let itself get entwined even deeper
Into the needles of Satan’s cunning undaunted dire grip.

This is more,...complicated then usual and not with the usal ending. Please tell me what you think. Thanks and have a good day ya all.