When you are in hell nothing matters
except getting out-
you can't even speak-
nobody hears you-
you can't even shout.
Your political party doesn't matter
your race doesn't matter
your sex origin doesn't matter
your height doesn't matter
your weight doesn't matter
your eye color doesn't matter
your name doesn't matter
how pretty or ugly you were on earth
doesn't matter
how famous, how rich, how poor you were on earth
doesn't matter
nothing matters in hell
except getting out.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on May 20,2019
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I would like to translate this poem
Ecclesiastes 9: 5 the dead are conscious of nothing because just as God told Adam...from dust you came, from dust you will return...not a burning