We're going to hell-
And there's global warming;
The globalists said so,
They gave us a warning.
The preachers tell
Of a burning forever;
It's the god of love-
But loving us, never.
Loving us with flames
Loving us with fire
Loving us with anger-
And flammable ire.
With him against us,
Who be for us?
There's no defense
By hill or forest.
No angel fresh
From heaven or hell
Could make god ring
Salvation's bell.
If hell's above
And hell's in hell-
You have to wonder
Where Satan fell?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some good old fashioned poetry I say. No one need accept or reject the content that is a different judgement and would take away the true art of this wonderful thought provoking piece of work.... Nice job......... Jim Troy