The October Music, Stanza 2 - Day 12

Last Train to Hell

            Wheels, wheels are churning, churning. Coal and souls are burning, burning. People crying, people dying, dying and riding the last train to Hell.

            Steam in plumes exhaling, boiling. Tortured damned in boxcars roiling. No conductor watches over the desperate on the last train to Hell.

            Hell is full and Heaven’s empty. Lands of nothing, lands of plenty. Still, it moves in one direction only, the last train to Hell.

            Hell is angry, Hell is weary. Denizens of Hell see clearly, clearly that their home is swelling, breaking due to the last train to Hell.

            The train, it stops, but doors stay locked. Exit of the damned souls blocked, blocked by hellish order that nobody leaves the last train to Hell.

            Hell cannot absorb the suffering. Hundreds, thousands stuck in buffering. Temporary displacement with no end in sight for the last train to Hell.

            No-one wants them, no-one cares. None shall interfere; none dares. So, they sit and wait and cry, stranded on the last train to Hell.

            Outrage builds and burns and rumbles, borne upon the angry grumbles of those who wait, held captive on this prison of the last train to Hell.

            Fear and terror die away, replaced by fury and decay of basic law and order once still present on the last train to Hell.

            Souls are screaming, demanding aid from those outside who have already made their choice to just ignore the plight of those inside the last train to Hell.

            Soon, the noise turns into violence. Rocking, creaking tears the silence as the trapped infuriated souls attack the last train to Hell.

            Demons coming to restore peace, truncheons bloodied, never cease their mission to put down the difficult souls inhabiting the last train to Hell.

            They can do little, choices spare, as the situation is laid bare. To quell the storm, they must release the furious from the last train to Hell.

            But if they do, the people argue, if you release the locks on the car, you let the flood of angry dead pour into our home from the last train to Hell.

            Both choices offer no reprieve from the howling, churning mass who receive nothing in their deaths but captivity on the last train to Hell.

            Suddenly, a thought emerges from the crowd and soon it surges through the gathered desperate viewing the last train to Hell.

            Send it back, a demon cries, back to where Heaven lies, empty, waiting, they should have to manage this last train to Hell.

            No-one argues, no-one can, despite the risk inside the plan, let the others manage this unruly last train to Hell.

            Finally, someone attaches a locomotive to the back where it can drive and deliver to Heaven the troublesome last train to Hell.

            Soon, it takes off down the tracks, stress removed from hellish backs, as one more question lingers about the disappearing last train to Hell.
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            What will happen when it reaches destination Heavenly, breaching pacts of non-aggression, defiant that last train to Hell?