Hell Poem by Marea Johnson

Deep in the earth
where no man can dwell
Is a tortuous cavern
named Hades and Hell.

Where people are dead
yet fully aware
And all they can hear
are screams everywhere.

From the sizzling bodies
writhing in pain
Last minute begging
unheard and in vain.

Climbing and clawing
their way to the top
Mistakingly thinking
it isn't as hot.

But the higher they climb
the hotter it gets
On the spitfire grill
where demons don't quit.

They carefully baste them
over the flames
While they wickedly laugh
and call them by name.

The chance of escaping
exists not for them
They'll burn here forever
again and again.

For they chose to be demons
and laugh at His Face
They refused to believe
Hell was really a place.

Despite being warned
for thousands of years
They chose not to listen
they chose not to fear.

On their bed of hot coals
is where they will lay
For this was their choice
and now they must pay.