Returning from the Chambers of Gehenna

I hadn’t thought there would be remnants of life here This machinery, this architecture In this place the carvings appear living Swaying in the mist and smoke, but ever gazing forth in watch Tongues of the ancients painted I recognize a past life These beings on the walls, they spoke of all things but mostly of those things torturous and vile- or so my mind tricked me… I sought to continue on my way, but I heard like an echo, a voice taunting: Mine wretched existence ought to be burrowed this deep and forgotten, my sins mounting upon my mind, ought I not throw myself down this chasm? Pierce the air with the last cry of my breath and become one with whatever lurks beneath? The stench of burning grew I saw a second light inside the flames Growing brighter A holy one appeared to me In the fire He led me up another way Climbing higher I touched the sun again Thy grace from heaven was sent No man ought suffer this again I found that stone And rolled it over the entrance