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“There shall be weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth”,
I’d read it and read it again.
And I’d heard of it preached from all pulpits the same,
warning me of the crisis I’m in.

So, I pondered and tried to create in my mind -
a world filled with flames without end,
and I wondered if it were some actual place
to where God the malefactors will send?  

But my mind couldn’t grasp it.  My heart turned away.
Something deep from inside told me no.
Yet I had to admit there was something I sensed,
to where if I changed not, I must go.

So, I asked myself, “What could it be that would cause
lamentation as scripture portrays?”
Then I shook at the thought when a scene filled my mind 
of a life lived without end of days. 

Twas a world much like ours, but more beautiful there,
not the world I’d been told I should fear.
Yet of those who dwelt there, looking into their eyes,
in an instant the torment is clear.

Eyes unlike any else I had ever beheld,
void of light and of color- dark taupe.
Eyes that once shined with beauty and sparkled with life,
were now windows to souls without hope.

“What could cause such despair?” 
“Which great pain do they bare?”
“It’s not burning, nor torture, nor chains.”
So, I knelt down to pray, and my heart sunk to hear
what the Spirit began to explain.

“The flames without end are not those to be seen,
but those which do burn deep inside.”
“The torment you see in the eyes of the damned
is the eternal regret of their pride.”

“Though they dwell in this world filled with beauty and peace,
nothing found here upon cools their minds,
which burns with the memory of family above,
and a Father so loving and kind.”

“Regret is their hell, for they know full and well
what they otherwise might have received.”
“Now eons pass by and eternity looms
without hope of the slightest reprieve.”

So, I write this to urge you - soften your heart,
and allow your once deaf ears to hear.
For now is the day wherein we must all work.
and this long night of darkness… so near.
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