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
Copyright © W.A. Cholt | Year Posted 2022
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