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A Dream of Hell
Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul. No moon, no stars, Not the faintest glimmer of light. "Oh, darkest of mysteries," I cry in despair, "How empty can nothingness be!" The deep, heavy blackness returns not a word. No voice; No sound but the wail of the cold, cosmic wind. Oh, for only one candle to brighten this pit. How bitter the wages of sin. But a million bright candles would struggle in vain in this chasm of darkness, in this realm of the damned. Oh, for only one moment in the Kingdom of Light. How dreary this wasteland of hell. Do other lost outcasts inhabit this place? No one? Only I, in this horrible void of the lost? Oh, for only one word in my hungering ears. How lonely this valley of death! "How long is forever?" my tortured soul cries. Eternity knows no boundaries; There is no exit from this. Oh, for only one comfort, one hope of escape. How endless this hopelessness is. Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul-- Oh, why did I come to this cruel, Godless place? Oh, but to have chosen the Savior I spurned. How foolish the choice that I made.
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