I Took a Trip Through Hell

I took a trip through hell. Not to visit but to settle a debt. Actually, I just visited a different part of hell, One I wasn’t familiar with, Having spent a great deal of my life In a hell opened on my behalf by others. The trip across town didn’t phase me, Or change my situation. Hell is not where the devil’s live, Nor where Satan hangs his horns. Hell is an uncharted wasteland Into which the unsuspecting victim is cast. There is no rhyme nor reason To the presence of those present Save unfortunate circumstance. The debt I chose to settle centered Around the years I languished in this hell. The debt, I knew, could never be repaid. I also knew that those who claimed They owed no debt must be confronted By the mockery of their fear. They had to see the face of those They stole from, defrauded and banished To a hellishly angry and lonely exile. So I took this trip to hell Just to piss them off To put them on notice That they were not the one’s in charge Of my hell. I bent their trident forks Pissed on their fire Chewed on their brimstone And asked them for some hot sauce. For hell had made a man of me! Not a good man, not the best man, But a man “tried of the fire” Still pissed off and ready to kick Some Satanic ass. To those who doubt there is a hell I offer this warning You may be there already Yet unaware of your circumstance. I have been to hell, and had a Hell of a time. Now that time is over As is the fear of the demons And the bastards who allow them reign. John G. Lawless ©3/6/2023