Hell Doesn't Exist - In The Bible. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Book, a guide for man,
A path, a heavenly plan.
But whispers of a fiery place,
A tale of pain, a shadowed space.

The old words spoke of deep below,
Where all the sleeping spirits go.
No flames, no pain, a quiet sleep,
Where earth's departed secrets keep.

Then Greek words came, a shared domain,
Where shades of life would once again,
Give up their dead for judgment's call,
And fade away, beyond it all.

A valley deep, with fires bright,
Not for the soul, but burning light.
A place of waste, where fires burned,
A lesson taught, a truth unlearned.

For tales were spun, of endless dread,
By minds that feared, and spirits led.
Not from the text, but stories old,
A fearsome picture to behold.

The Book itself, it does not preach,
Of fiery torment, out of reach.
It speaks of rest, and final end,
Not endless pain, but peace to send.