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Hell On Earth

Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise  

For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa  

For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa  

For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant 
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell



Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Hell On Earth

Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity
Is it the end of times, it seems things can't get much worse
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity

Seeking things which once were called of the flesh, of vanity
Every word out of their mouths, brings down another curse
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity

What misfortune we bring upon ourselves, risking our sanity
Could there be new vile thing left in which we could immerse
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity

Stories they believe of a world once purged by a great sea
They say they believe, but all of their actions very diverse
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity

Money, greed, and corruption is the root of all evil you see
Salvation, grace, nor love will be traded for contents of purse
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity

I am not innocent of anything as I make this lofty decree
Only a small hope of seeking right can I possibly nurse
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity


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Premium Member Surviving Hell On Earth

~ Surviving Hell on Earth ~
      (The Nazi's Camps)


They had seen Hell on Earth
  Lived through it, survived
Tight-lipped through all the horror
  Never succumbing to bitterness or sorrow

Seen babies thrown in the air and shot dead with rifles
  In front of their thunderstruck, disbelieving mothers
Seen dogs rip the flesh off of tender girls and boys
  Vultures and crows clean up with their cackling noise

Witnessed gang-rapes of tender teen-agers
  Radiation experiments on their private parts
Their eyes plucked out of their heads screaming
  Gasoline fires consuming their bodies and hearts

And then, most awful of all, the crematoria
  Hundreds daily taking 'showers' of poisonous gas
The stench of their decaying bodies piling up in smoking ruins
  While the Third Reich sang and danced to Hitler's tune...

At the end, human skeletons marching weeks on end in rags
  Through unforgiving Polish forests in winter storms
Shot through the head should they tarry or stumble
  Writhing as their saintly parents died in their arms

This couple, this pair, survived, and they married
  Made a new home in the State of Israel
Where Iranian jackals still howl at them daily
  Warning them of plutonium and nuclear bombs

Tight-lipped they were and tight-lipped they remain
  Building a home, bearing children, carrying on
Burying the pain in the past, they neither pout nor complain
  No time to waste on vengeance, life's too soon gone

Two Jewish heroes re-embraced life, made the most of peacetime
Teaching the world ~ even unthinkable horrors can be overcome with time

Heaven and Hell On Earth

Hell is the people who
 No matter what you do
 Always find something to judge
They drag you and don't budge
 they see through your thin disguise
 As they shred you with their eyes
 All their faults and lack
 They place upon your back
 Unable to see their own transgression
 It becomes their own obsession
 To find all of your flaws
 And all your broken laws
 And they won't even let you live
 Because they refuse to forgive

 Heaven on the other hand are people who
 No matter what you do
 Choose to see the best
 In you and forget the rest
 They don't dwell on your sin
 Since they want to all to win
 They don't create divisions
 By their prideful decisions
 Of those with whom they differ
 For they know that the transfer
 Of their own guilt to another
 Will come back and smother
 Their efforts to be free
 And their search for unity

Hell On Earth

I cannot control
The choices you make
You poison yourself more and more each day
Little white pills used to be your thrill
Now they are your demons in hell whipping you in a permanent lifestyle standstill
You have become their slave.
I barely recognize you anymore
Your eyes are dark circles, and you walk like the dead.
Heaven to me
Would be you making the choices to live again
Your pride is your Sin
Open your mind to seeking help from it
Earthbound angels patiently await
for you to save yourself from this hellish fate.
© Laura Hew  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member OH HELL ON EARTH IS HERE

OH HELL ON  EARTH IS HERE!

The fire next time...
is now here with its ember...,
soaring through the skies…

Evacuation
has become from hell to hell
in the palisades…

Flames of hell on earth,
ape bastard suns in the night;
reality stunned:-

Hell’s fire flaming…
Perspective being consumed;
Hope being burned up…

It’s winter, but hot!
Like hell, fires love all seasons;
Devastation pleased:-


My Life Is Hell On Earth

Help me , O Lord
I'm so tired of being bored
I'm tired of trying 
I'm tired of crying

With all the strife
I'm losing my life
I can't talk to my kin
They walk out of my life and then back in
I just want to die with a big glass of gin

My life is slowly fading away
And everyone pretends it will be okay
Dad quit trying 
Mom quit crying
I feel like I'm dying

I do My job filled with hate
I realized this can't be my fate
Drinking, I will stop in my time 
My voice will be heard not mimed 
I will save money, I'll have at least a dime

Dad says my life is hell on earth
But I say I'm just getting started

By
Jamie Leigh Kennedy

While I Was Sleeping (Hell On Earth)

I dreamt of future prospects pushing boundaries of my dreams
The likes of which exceeds the limits life allows to do
Familiar unknown dwellings lined with promises it seems
Ascending as I hoped to reach the heights we all aspire to
Where everything is perfect and reflects eternity as such
In no way like the middle class of pain I now endure
And marvel at the purist sight of beings marvelous much
Labyrinth of life forgotten, surety washed ashore
Time is ticking, world is spinning, wheel is turning slow
Shifting tides reveal the mysteries as yet unsolved
‘Morrows consequence convert to modern flaws we know
Foresight remains unanswered as my history evolves
This subtle nightmare focused on reptilian affair
Patiently it stalks and pulls the wool over my eyes
Forcing me to do my rain dance, baron thirst to bear
Tricking me with drought to beg for watery demise
Drowning me in camouflage, submerging all my grief
Heats the water gradually, then smiles at this deception
Trust betrayed and marred by this most portentous thief
Boiling sorrows substitute belief for misconception
Courage risen Winter spell not conquering the depths of hell
Tear stained cheeks, crimson red from blind eye sockets seeping
Confusion course through icy veins' denial, I already fell
Constricted in its fiery pits at present as I’m sleeping
 

"Everybody wishes to one day walk through the gates of Heaven, but what if, 
while we were 
sleeping, we were banished to live in this dark abyss? Unknowingly, we might 
already be 
roaming the streets of hell."

Hell On Earth

There is no fun in hell.
It is hell out there and there is no way out.
Hell on earth is like a pain that you have never felt.
One day there will be no more hell out there.
So everyone will be happy that hell is gone for good.
So lets have peace on this earth.
Living the life of hell can be the most horrible thing on earth.
So the ony wasy out of hell is to turn away when evil decides
to come creeping back your way.
Hell is a crazy life and hell is coming for you soon.
© Cindy Leon  Create an image from this poem.

Hell on earth

Heaven is full 
this I swear. 
All the angels 
are sleeping there. 
Hell is empty 
so please beware. 
All those devils 
are living here.
© John Read  Create an image from this poem.

Hell On Earth

In my mind I try to see,
A place where I can just be me,
I cannot find a place to go,
That let's me be the me I know,
They all expect a certain me,
The one that they all want to see,
The one that looks the way I should,
I wish I was I wish I could,
But this just isn't me,
The me that they all want to see,
For I am hidden deep inside,
I'm bound and gagged and I am tied,
To everyone's picture of me ,
A picture only they can see,
I need to take myself away,
And be true to me for just one day .

Premium Member Hell On Earth

In my sleep I find myself 200 to 250 years in the future.
The Earth, at least I think it's the Earth is found to have
Undergone some terrible changes. The ground is no longer
Solid, it is this liquid fire, a molten lava per se. There are
Angels pinned down in this lava unable to free themselves
Undergoing a torturous torment being hurt like no other.
You can hear their loud screams from anywhere on Earth.
The temperature is burning like being on fire on top of
Being on fire. The Earth seems to be burning beyond any
Known fire, seemingly beyond any known living beings.
Then I saw it, small little glowing souls being tormented,
Being put to the highest amount of pain ever known to
Have been succumbed. The most severe pain and agony
That anyone could ever be brought to. Their screams are
So much more intense than the angels that this is almost
All you can hear. Terror and terrible pain and agony that
There seems to be no relief in sight. Then I saw him, the
Pure evil being himself. You can see his power and ultimate
Reign of this area. He is inflicting as much pain as he can
On the poor souls that are beneath him, giving them never
A break from their suffering. Then he saw me, his eyes
Met up with mine, terror filled my heart. I quickly began
My quick retreat back to my body. Luckily I made it with 
The smell of brimstone still on me. I recalled all that I saw 
And knew and felt the horrible place that it was. I vowed
From that moment on I would do whatever it took to never
End up there at that horrid place on Earth. I was fearful, 
Scared, and terrified and I will never forget the torture
That was going on there by fire and various other evil
Means. I hope I can get as many other people in my life
To never end up there as well, because I hated this 
Place, hated it with every fiber of my being. Maybe 
Somehow and some way we can stop the inevitable from
Happening. Till then I just have to work on me and to
Hopefully find peace inside myself to find a way not
to end up there, being tortured, and living a dying 
Death over and over again.

Russell Sivey

Path Of Destruction

A road to nowhere is all they construct
He who blindly follows will self-destruct
We awaken at dawn just to suffer
For many, life couldn’t be any tougher

Their dark cunning plans brought to light
The road to dystopia now glaringly bright
No real care for our sons and daughters
The evidence is in the poisoned waters

Treasured values slowly erode away
Degrading further day after day
People are just sacrificial pawns
To the maniacal of societies higher echelons

Billions spent to find that cancer cure
Trillions more needed, my good sir
A doctor’s visit may set you right
Treat your symptoms for the next fortnight

To a violent world they gravitate
The hidden hand doesn’t hesitate,
The deceived are marched off to war
To adorn their brothers in blood and gore

This digital age is one big prison cell
No more coins to drop in the wishing well
Just another languishing, unanswered dream
That, unfortunately, one cannot redeem

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