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Poetic Spirit
Saturday, 28 July 2007
The Lake

The bells of Hell

Are no melodic sound;

Here the tortured cries

Of screaming souls abound.


Horrid shrieks, pleads for mercy,

Begging for an end;

But no end comes, and not even a single drop of water

Will anyone ever send. 


No, no end comes,

Not now, not ever; but souls burn on;

Death seems to come a second time;

All friends and family are gone. 


Sulphur and Brimstone is your environment;

Gnashing and grinding teeth from excrutiating pain;

Here, reality is terror and terror, reality;

You scream; your thoughts become insane. 


No God listens;

Only loneliness hears;

But flames, a constant companion are;

Never consuming, yet continuously sears. 


No earthly flames are these;

No oxygen do they need,

Nothing will extinguish them;

Any earthly terror, this pain and horror does exceed.


Sin paying for sin,

Never complete will its payment be;

Never more true was it, that all hope is surely lost;

And your family, you will never again see.


(written/created by Jeff)

Posted by Jeff at 12:01 AM EDT
Updated: Friday, 10 August 2007 6:30 AM EDT
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