Hot Hell, No Place For the Weak

Hot Hell, No Place For The Weak Last time I went there, hot hell was waiting, in sinful crevices just past burning flames. There was fleshly lust there and just baiting, we dumb enough to join in its black games! High rose leaping flames as wicked laughs roared, and shadows edged much closer to steal all. Great thrills in pleasures, nobody was bored, one could hear, sweetest sirens as they call! That feeling of great power as one fell, into a hole dark, dank and very deep. No retreat, no help, just pain in black hell, later ever lasting torment in sleep! Wake bleeding, wallowing in broken glass. Amidst other victims crying in mass! R.J. Lindley Aug 9th, 1982 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 107 Note: Minor editing to meet syllable count and to remove two curse words as this was written back in my wild and still raging youth.