Sonnet of the Wretched

This is the sonnet of the wretched,
Can you hear their screams?
Your prayers won't be heard,
They will rise.
When daylight dies they come and bring an abrupt end to your sinful life.
There's nothing you can do to stop them now,
It's too late.
Just run and hide and hope they will never find you until it's over and they're gone.
You think this is Hell?
You don't know the half of it.
There's nothing sacred here,
Everything you once loved has been defiled.
There's only pain, and sorrow.
They bring the end.
And there's nothing that can save you from this cruel fate.
But it's your fault, it is you that brought them.
And smelt the stench of your abject existence.
They've come to cleanse your soul of its affliction.
You can't repent because it's far too late.
Just wait until they have you in their grasp.
Now you will feel what it's like to be in hell.
And your only company will be the horde.
This is now the end your soul is cleansed your mouth is stitched your eyes are blind.
And your blackened heart ceases to beat anymore.
Now they have gone. Desappeared without a trace.
this is the sonnet of the wretched.
Did you hear their screams?
Your prayers were not heard.
They have cleansed all sin and evil.
Lay to rest.