The Pit - Poem by Richard Merrell
The pit is full of spiders
With eyes that glow bright red;
These spiders crawl upon the flesh
Of those that die, undead.
The spiders mock and laugh at you
At you the unbeliever;
Because you have no faith in Christ
And you served the great deceiver.
The pit is full of darkness
Hanging heavy like a shroud
And whispering voices curse you too
Because you have been proud.
They ridicule and laugh at you
In madness you start screaming,
'I've reaped aionian punishment -
the reward for my blaspheming
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