stuck in the Phlegethon

a diary entry of an unknown man, forever damned to be waist deep in the river of boiling blood, the Phlegethon. it's short because shortly after it finishes, he passes out in pain.

A suffering so brief has lasted eternity.

The last of my strength was mustered for this entry.

This river is unforgiving, unrelenting and I, a foolish man is resenting his aggression.

My body boils waist below as the blood of my fellow men take revenge.

Ripping the flesh from my guilty bones leaving all to be shown,

This regret of a wasteful past spent.