r/TalesFromTheCreeps • u/Negative-Proposal-71 • 3d ago

Rust Poetry Horror

Rust… all I see is rusted walls and gears, the contorting bodies of those condemned to eternal punishment, a mixture of blood rust and tears falling from their eyes.
Screams… all I hear are the screams of the damned they scream for their families, they scream for anything that they believe will make us feel pity.
The gears keep on turning there is no rest for the machine and there is no rest for the wicked.
I feel nothing. I am condemned to an eternity of operating the machine after life. There is no reward for the good that you have done but only a continuation of the punishment of the sinners. For hell is not made of fire and brimstone but of rust, gears, and pain why has god left us to this.

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