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Tortured souls scream behind.
Bright light shines in front, just out of reach.
Agony sweeps through a dying body.
Tugged towards the voices
Drawn to the light.
A wealth of sins dragging down
the soul that reaches for the heavens.
Whirlwind of noises distracting.
The glimmer of white calling.
Standing in judgment.
Every sin casts a shadow,
upon a soul once innocent and pure.
Lost in limbo
neither here nor there.
The soul stands in confusion
for all eternity.