His Kingdom He Storks Poem by R. K. Hart

He storks his kingdom having been released,
Watching over his human feast.
The every day man who knew it all,
Who said, I'll make the call.

Sulphur burns creating it's fowl stink,
Forever now he and this place are linked.
The every day man made his choice,
Now he hears many a man's whaling voice.

Screams come from this bottomless pit,
Tell my loves not to come here, use wit.
Take a message if you would to my friends,
Come not where fire and screams never ends.

His demons scream from the bowels of the pit,
Where there is no sleep, no rest in it.
This kingdom where there is no praise,
It's inhabitants hear no joy all their days.

Unsaved into the underworld,
Rich or poor into this world are hurled.
But those in the book of life found,
Enter into paradise where worship abounds.