Hellish Farmlands

Dare you to go to the Fiery hills, where demons till

Overlooked by a petrified manor of shrills

Where he resides, an owner, a lord

Hell is a hamlet, wherein dwells suffering

Hate is grown and harvested like corn

Whispers of the divine are met with the point of a thorn

Quieter still is intermittent chatter of his son, once born

Hope was founded and love is stronger yet

For a hellish eternity, the one I speak of, is not quite set

Prepare because a chance to migrate to heaven comes now

How to get there begins and ends with how