The flames of Hell exist in the mind already
Unworthy of the idea of being beyond them
I walk on despite fear for things I have done
My flesh has but one life, living with limits
But I stare into the sun, feel it upon my skin
Know that there is more to life, than survival
I consider myself so guilty for all sins within
My life must change, or I will be consumed
But can I do so or will I be fully condemned
