Letter From Hell Poem by pedro moshood

Mr Clerics, exercise some patience
While going through this LETTER FROM HELL,
Which I've also sent to many
That may later receive our IV,
As our guests of honour,
To King Lucifer's daughter's wedding
That may holdany time soon,
Where few are called but many will be chosen.



letter from hell

Stop counting what count not.
You and I are uncommon common breeds,
Clothed in flesh and sustained by blood.
We are like wolves, Mr Clerics,
When lost to fleeting pleasures.


To call me an infidel is a blunder;
We both truly know our callings.
If I am Dark 'n Raw, you are the Seeker.
Merchants of death we are,
And our fingers, like a blade tilt,
Drip from time to time with the blood
Of men and women, brothers, and sister
That lived by our injunction
And are thus deprived the treasure
That could pay for their ransom.


I'm here in hell with millions of souls,
Deafened byceaseless
Wailing from the time of Abel,
Meanwhile, your name is
An anthem right here in Hades
And the chant of the heartless,The murderers and the clueless.
Though your Fame may be a little up there,
Yet right here it is an overcast
To Nero's, Idi Amin's and Hitler's,
Rendering them downcast.


Right here in Hades, Mr clerics,
Your name is cast in gold,
Your throne is mounted beside Lucifer
For the skilful strategies and unbeaten record of
The great exploit from your tongues
And pens that recruit workers,
Millions upon millions, daily
For eternal service to His Royal Highness
Down here in Orun Apadi, Mr clerics,
Which are now recorded in the archives,
Spread across all the libraries
For demonic young scholars.
Who looked up to you as role model.


After reading through this letter,
I know you may not believe,
And may be apt to bring to your defense
The story of the rich man and Lazarus,
And inspite, you may call me an infidel, damn soul,
Merchants of death, con man,
Prostitute for playing my card open,
While I sit down here bruised and naked,
In a thick noisome cold darkness,
Patiently waiting for you.

Be you fornicator or thief;
Be you a con man or herbalist;
Be you worldly preachers or corrupt politicians;
Be you a irresponsible drunk or sober profiteers;
Lawyers that are liers
Drug barons or qualified doctor
That endorsed abortion:
We are all soul rippers,
Practising our craft in diverse forms,
Taking diverse means that lead to one end,
And now bound by a common oath
That death will not put us apart.