What the Hell!
What the hell! There is no such place my friend.
This fiery myth is just that, it’s lore.
No different than Santa Clause in the end.
Put all that crap behind you and ignore
The inane stories of fire and brimstone.
It’s just a tool used to control the herd.
They preach it early, this contrived unknown
To instill guilt for our actions. Absurd!
Incongruous hogwash fed to all of us
On Sundays at some supposed hallowed trough
By one of many clerical noblesse.
Listen! I ask you, where do they get off
Poisoning our minds with poppycock rot
innocent ears hear more often than not?
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