Hell
Hell
By: Tom Wright
6/16/2006
A lake of fire
Where are non-spent bones.
A place of groaning echoes
And no muted tones;
Unquenchable fire
Is in this literal place.
Yet remains so dark
It hides another face.
In chains of darkness
One’s soul will be reserved.
Forever to exist
With the one once served.
A place where sorrow
Will compass one about.
Where exists no hope
Of being pardoned out.
Forever there to burn
In one’s eternal torment.
For a lifestyle on earth
For which one did not repent.
A place where the worm
Is not consumed it’s so.
But there’s a way of avoidance
And this way we know.
So fear ye the one
Who is the first and last.
Before body and soul
Is into Hell cast.
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