Into The Lake Of Fire Is Tossed By God-Is The Sinning Eternal Bod. Poem by Michael Gale

Rose petals spread atop thy bed....
Peace and quietness consume my head.

Slow moving zees reach out towards air bourne skies...
When'st asleep-Non uttered are tales or lies.

Dream filled pictures invade my peace...
Heart attacked of heart makes this life grown cease.

Vengance of heart haunts brain dead emotion...
God be the answer for those of baddest notion.

Healment of shadows cast down on man like a whirl wind swept...
Betterment of man can be hardly kept.

Sin and poison runs deep within man's own veines...
The only cur'ad bandage is to God and Preacher a much
confessional pain.

Life is settled down to the earth's dust as was once brought...
Lessons of death and life are never realized as benigenly taught.

Blood spilt for all and others as fro' one most holy hung cross....
The ultimate man will come on down to judge others as well as
to divinely boss.

T'will in the end be a most promising teacher....
Our Lord Ole' Mighty t'will be our leading wisened preacher.

Heaven's gates will open to us as if by God's own hands...
We'll be his full practicing members inside his own loving eternal
beautied sounding bands.

Le'st any one who dares to take on the sign of the beast....
Will forever by God be loved the least.

Into the 'Lake Of Fire' will sinners be tossed...
Those souls eternal released from God be lost.