God, Rolled Back the Curtains of Hell
God,
Rolled Back The Curtains
of Hell
By: Tom Wright
8/21/00
In Hell,
were just voices with no faces attached,
and faces having detached vocal chords.
Spirits, that had retained their senses.
That Saw the darkness of hell,
while conjuring the aura of Heaven.
Feeling tormented flames,
and hearing screams, each exclusive,
while being bedeviled by the jocularity of a deceiver.
Touching a transparent atmosphere,
being encircled by incalculable numbers,
nonetheless, each remaining alone.
Nostrils, filled with putrid smells for eternity,
"Where their worm dieth not, *
and the fire is not quenched."
* Mark 9 : 44
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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