Hell Poem by lisa moore

Hell



'Hell'
Lousifer's Realm,
where he keeps his demons,
and ghouls of the night.
'The sinners go there, dont they? ' I asked my mother,
'Yes dear, ' she said 'they are people who steal, lie and kill'
He keeps them there, with him
Tortured.
on the brink of eternal death
DEATH!
He waits, for you to d something - anything.
So he can capture you forever.
DEATH!
He sends his collector,
he sends his debt collector,
he is coming to get you.
All it takes is one,
one small thing.
He is sending his collector,
BANG!
I shoot up,
fully awake,
I hear screaming,
from verywhere,
EVERYWHERE,
And searing heat,
Everwhere
This is hell.



- By Lewis Jeffrey

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