Those who would prefer to sell their souls to self-imposed ignorance and vanity deserve absolutely no sympathy nor any slack.
Hell is where we go, when we say no,
No to the question of: Is He above?
A friend gone foe, for feeling love,
Love is the enemy; love is woe.
This is negative energy; one Hell of a mind,
The fire that burns; one Hell of a time,
Hell is no single place you can find,
But a state of unseeing; being blind.
Surprise, surprise, there in the mirror,
You ought see the angel standing behind,
Wishing to get in, but your soul is too stubborn,
Look in the mirror, see your demise.
One Hell of an ego, one Hell of a mind,
The roasting furnace is a bunch of lies,
For the burning and hurting, these are just signs,
Of the life of which we are undeserving.