Stop, Cried the Man

"Stop," cried the man, "Can't you hear screams so eerie to the ear?" Following one another down the path, some ears deaf to the wrath. "Stop,"cried the man, "Can't you see the flame of fire a head of thee?" Weary souls kept moving on hearing the cry of the man who warned. Closer to the fire darkness crept in. "Stop," he cried, " I have died for your sin." "Believe in me," pleaded the man, "Ignore my cry, you will be damned." "Who are you?" shouted the crowd. "Jesus Christ, God the Son," he cried a loud. The path leads to Hell, souls torment, forever the pain, no chance to repent. Stop and listen to the cry of the man. Before the world, that was God's plan.