Elucidating Questions

Loudly and sharp as the dogs howl and the Chimera hisses.

My friend says,

Tomorrow.

And that makes a wonder.

That the screaming isn’t terrible, it is but a sound of what he hears and wishes not to.

Never to be happy, but the wish that they could. Judgement of souls put through hell, the imbalance of the passing of misfortune from generation to generation.

That souls who should have been saved not failed, would never be failed.

Not judged for the lot, but for the decision out of it.

Or how to keep those around them from falling as well, when they were thrown in the hole themselves.