Hell

Condemned to a place of darkness 
Beneath the molten surface of the earth 
Full of wailing screams and cries, utter distress 
Of wretched souls tormented by the second death, 
Conscious of all that led them here
To this dreadful place 
The sin, the pride, the anger and fear
The greed, the lies, the shame and disgrace, 
And with no hope of ever escaping 
The righteous and solemn judgements 
Of Christ our Lord and King
The poor wretched soul that never repents,
   This divine truth the scriptures plainly tell 
   The path we follow leads either to heaven or to hell.


                 W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.

                  15/8/22

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