A thousand demons
hissed at my arrival,
a bodyguard of Satan’s closest friends,
the scene was worse than even Dante’s bible,
then Charon whispered here my journey ends.
He left me there
despite my sobbed entreating,
my bare feet burned upon the coals of Hell,
a million souls were screaming out a greeting,
the wailing borne upon a sulfur smell.
jostled for their turn at torture,
my eyes were filled with worms and I was blind,
but I could see the agony of future
as Satan planted visions in my mind.
Too late I looked
to Jesus for redemption,
as talons tore my flesh my spirit screamed,
no angel savior came with my exemption,
but waves of pain as fiery embers teemed.
Beware, lest you
should join me in Perdition,
embrace the Lord and serve with Holy zeal,
when God asks for repentance you must listen,
or like me, you may find that Hell is real.
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