To Hell

For Hell’s worth there is a place for you,

You whose words seldom speak true,

And a fire forever fed of the flesh of damned,

Your soul evaporating with its vile thoughts within crammed.

For those who cry wolf while seeking trouble,

Satan seeks them out, drawing them from their festering bubble,

Torturing their mind with pain most terrible,

While your arguments to him will always seem feeble…

You have nothing but words of no worth,

Yet still your folly you pursue forth,

What is this manner with which you keep arguing?

Do you not see, there is no point in continuing?

No valour, no value to your speech, much pity

For the one who sees himself as an entity,

By God and his wretched creation

Have you then not got any pride or emotion?

Anger is fuelled by the deepest pits of Hell, raging,

And your soul in pursuit of its smoke will be falling

Right in the hands of Satan, master to your envy,

And for those you hound is a way out from you, one you may not see….