An Everlasting Torment
The pits of fire crackle.
Cries of the wicked are heard.
The devil and his demons, like witches cackle.
“Why did I not follow God’s word?”
You see, they cackle because they succeeded,
In bringing you all here.
Here, to this place of horrid torture.
The blazing inferno; human flesh it sears.
Even the strongest of men, in this place,
Grow the strongest of fears.
You actually had a choice to make,
A golden city of bliss, or here?
If not yet, choose wisely before too late.
Narrow is the way, straight is the gate.
I urge you: Do not go astray.
Because wide is the gate, and broad is the way,
In which people venture here.
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