The Burning

Think of a hole, that’s deep and wide,
And a darkness so thick, but nowhere to hide.
Think of a lake that is fiery and red
And in that lake are souls that were mislead.

Think of time that continues forever,
Where the soul cries and burns, no peace whatsoever.
Imagine the body that burns, but never dies.
Think of the boils, the sores, the worms and the flies.

Think of the torture, the anguish, the pain.
Think of a place where there’ll never be rain.
Think of the rapist, the killers, the lustful yearnings.
This is called hell, the Home of the Burning!

Think about it friend, Where will you go?

Written by Sybil Shearin, (C) 1987

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