From the days of sinful Adam,
Through to the hour of murderous Cain,
Then the time of Sodom's demise,
Still the cries for sin remain
The treacherous fruit and the murderous rod
And the rod that proved Gomorrah's bane
Still hang and lie and hang about
Waiting to commit sin again.
The sins that brought about the deluge;
A world destroyed with mighty rain,
Still hides in malicious bosoms
Waiting to drive them insane
If so then why the sinners here
Deserve to die is mighty plain
But why should sinners after death
Be burnt in fiery hell again?
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Hell is for those who really choose to be there my friend. REPENT! Jesus died for our salvation, but we must want and follow His Ways to get our heavenly reward.