Hell Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

An epic journey of eternal fire that burns the soul without end.

Darkness is its existence for their eyes to behold without escape.

Time does not end as the demons of their domains torture the residents.

With the inevitable stench of souls burning the devil rejoices for hades.

Casting the lifeline of survival the soul becomes entangled in choices.

The prison of brimstone and gnashing of teeth eroded life without contemptment.

Screams and cries of solidified confinement are heard in the tears of resentment.

Searching for restitution for their souls the enemy laughs them to scorn.

Voices of great indignation replies, behold the outer realm of their disobedience.

Certified for ages to come the soul is without quench; the fire burns the eyes of flesh forever.

Satan's home of catastrophe and sin has a residence of unresolved institutions.

Searching for light they find doors of darkness as an inspiration of living.

Disruptive flames of undesirable heat are constantly serenading their flesh.

Instead of streets of gold there are rivers of molten lava to welcome them home.

Therefore hell has enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure.


Written by Theodore Mosley
June 22,2017