My Visit To Hell - Poem by Melvina Germain
There I found a tattered gate leading a long path of cruelty abounding darkness all the forefront as far as one could see.
Magenta light bounced in scarlet beams leaving sparks upon unholy ground, pale covered fields projected flames where hunter green blades once grew in abundance.
Hillsides cracked dry and thirsty, quench not thy thirst one fears. And the mountainous terrain grew steep and smooth, only red goats walked there.
Where am I screamed my inner voice for my tongue was heavy and sore, the atmosphere crushed heavy upon me as my mind took me back to a time where choice was of two doors.
Twas the diamond glitter of which I chose whilst a poverty stricken man took the other. Behind my door was a place called Sadon-ridge and it sat in the midst of hell.
Over-fed beasts romped in squalor bathing in a filth muddied slew. My throat held back thy vomit prompting me to believe my life was through.
Surrounded within this cavern of darkness no stars shone upon me, but saddened eyes sunken in sockets deep in abundance cowered staring me down.
There was no mistaken this inasmuch as I could see. Yes, deep in the valley of hell is where life has brought me, but why my mind held torment for a good person I tried to be.
Anguish begets torment whilst horrendous fires burn, firearms built a mountain high, which once cloaked warriors held in arms. With all my observation, I realized my feet walked above ground in a cloud like mass I swept untouched by hell’s anointed found.
To the north a muted view, very little could I see but to the East I approached a valley deep and rough overcrowded with beings walking bent and naked harbouring the pain of their once earthly life.
Sinners, sinners a voice yelled loud, sinners of the worst kind. Look yonder at heavers, men and women throwing up an endless tormented scene. Look over there and see what you find. This is hell my dear, nothing shines, nothing soothes the day. Look there! look there! he’s held in place, you see the steel rods, don’t you see. This is the place a payment must be made for the sins not paid on earth and when all is paid in full, a body bag will submerge the sea and that filth of earth will violently cease to be.
O I know, yes I know these perverts, rapists, pedophiles, terrorists will all wish they made that change. Awww but arrogant minds with narcissistic values begat a being excruciatingly deranged.
Don’t worry my dear they will burn in a place called Gangess deeper than the sea, a place never heard of on earth, the darkest hole in hell you see. All the truth of real sinners will be dealt with appropriately and the poor people lied about we’ll lovingly send back but the liars will take their place in the ditch close to hell’s railroad track.
All real sinners must stand in line expecting to pay their dues. It’s something you’ll never hear on earth whilst listening to the evening news. This is hell, I repeat this is hell, this is hell, this is hell and the voice kept repeating those words as it soon faded away.
Why do I not cry out loud joining the screams of these wretched men. O my memory unfolded and the scenery held bleak, twas the black cloaked men of earth carrying rifles and much artillery. As such men died they found Sadon-ridge, a slap in the face one might say for the promises made of beauty and diamonds in the sky in payment for ruthless acts was not to be seen in this gloomy space.
A crash of wind slapped hard the rugged mountains, soaring fast above me and below me, enveloping me tight within. Through the moistened grey my body grew wet and my feet felt stiff and cold. I moved quickly within that wind and luminous lights bathed gold.
Passing by hills, mountains high, old castles illuminated in my view. Colors reigned bright and beautiful whilst rainbow painted structures gleamed predominately blue. My face grew smooth as my smile stretched long creasing from ear to ear. My body temperature returned to norm as I soared along, could Heaven be the where.
Why, I questioned, why did I visit wallowing filth soured in the depths of hell. A voice called out sweet and soothing answering my question in the greatest detail, upon such learn-ed information my eyes welled full as I wept.
You rest here awhile and consume the beauty of which you must never forget. The morrow begins your travel back but hell you’ll never visit again. Share your experience of what you have seen, share it willingly and true. You are one of the chosen to bring forth peace, now I leave it all up to you.
I settled in for that well needed rest smiling large all the while. In praise I thanked my God for caressing me His earthly child. Tomorrow I’ll join my brothers and sisters and will soon begin to spread the word of peace.
In a new day a luminous light shall cover all like a silk glove and we’ll live in a promised land acknowledging the value of true love.
Written by: Melvina Germain
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