Eternity In Hell
Copyrights: Les Misérables is not mine. This is a Javert poem, nonrhyming*TYPICAL!*. Rated PG 13 to be safe ^^
Javert reflects on the consequences of his suicide.
Finally, I have escaped that tormenting life,
My strife shall no longer continue.
As long as one of us is living,
And the other dead,
Then I may finally rest in peace. . .
But I am cursed to spend my afterlife in suffering.
"Every man is born in sin," I still believe that thought.
But now I have doubt about those words.
All I can say is that now I have escaped the world of Jean Valjean,
But now I have entered the world of Lucifer.
I still feel the cold, engulfing waters of the Seine,
Which is contrasted by the rising heat of the fire,
Now the only hopes of a river, I discover,
Are nothing more than vast stretches of fiery waters.
Eternity in hell has made me lose all hope,
I doubt I can tell the difference between my life and hell,
For I was a child of a miserable race,
But now all of that is lost.
I shall no longer be tormented by the ones in the higher class,
I shall no longer be feared by the ones in the lower class,
I shall no longer be mocked by the bastard class,
All of these amount to Valjean.
That con first feared me,
That con then mocked me,
That con finally tormented me
To the last straw.
I have escaped the world of Jean Valjean,
I have escaped the cold glares of passerbys,
I have escaped the life I knew,
Now I am trapped and sentenced to an eternity. . .In hell.
Copyrights: Les Misérables is not mine. This is a Javert poem, nonrhyming*TYPICAL!*. Rated PG 13 to be safe ^^
Javert reflects on the consequences of his suicide.
Finally, I have escaped that tormenting life,
My strife shall no longer continue.
As long as one of us is living,
And the other dead,
Then I may finally rest in peace. . .
But I am cursed to spend my afterlife in suffering.
"Every man is born in sin," I still believe that thought.
But now I have doubt about those words.
All I can say is that now I have escaped the world of Jean Valjean,
But now I have entered the world of Lucifer.
I still feel the cold, engulfing waters of the Seine,
Which is contrasted by the rising heat of the fire,
Now the only hopes of a river, I discover,
Are nothing more than vast stretches of fiery waters.
Eternity in hell has made me lose all hope,
I doubt I can tell the difference between my life and hell,
For I was a child of a miserable race,
But now all of that is lost.
I shall no longer be tormented by the ones in the higher class,
I shall no longer be feared by the ones in the lower class,
I shall no longer be mocked by the bastard class,
All of these amount to Valjean.
That con first feared me,
That con then mocked me,
That con finally tormented me
To the last straw.
I have escaped the world of Jean Valjean,
I have escaped the cold glares of passerbys,
I have escaped the life I knew,
Now I am trapped and sentenced to an eternity. . .In hell.