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.