Don't Block My Exit (Part 4)

We walked among large plains

In a sea of flames

Where we wept 

For what was an eternity

Countless times we heard

His voice beckon those

Wretched words of choice

Over and over until

Our minds melted at the though

Of reconciliation 

Those who bought our cheap

Souls were our only affiliation

And contemplation was a gift

Withheld from those who had done

What should have never even been considered

Now we stand before the crimson

Gates where a cathedral of hell awaits

Our consciousness only

Leaves us to wonder what's next