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Thirteen Halls Of Hell
Upon death,
Each and every soul sees a little sign
“Watch your step…
…hell is a long fall”
Then they find themselves in absolute nothing,
And suddenly out of the mist a room,
It’s a round room with 13 sides,
Leading to the thirteen halls of hell.
You can stroll around,
Pick where you belong,
And if you’re not honest,
It doesn’t matter,
This is hell.
Down the thirteen halls of hell,
Hotter and hotter it gets,
And punishment gets more apparent,
As the sins become greater.
At first it was eternal starvation and water deprivation,
But each and every hall of hell makes it worse,
As souls scream out in undying pain all over,
Until you reach the thirteenth hall of hell,
Where there is absolute silence.
Each and every being in the thirteenth hall has no eyelids,
No lips, no teeth, no skin, no ears, no hands, and no feet,
The rest of their mouths are sealed shut and their throats have holes in them,
So that the air might pass into their lungs by other means.
All the people have no clothes in the thirteenth hall,
And the ground is scalding hot,
Each and everyone writhes in pain,
It’s a giant mass of rotting burning flesh blood and hatred.
The Halls Of Heaven
When an angel on earth dies,
They must walk the thirteen halls of hell,
They must look down upon all the sins,
And if they really are an angel,
And they are pure of heart,
They get their wings,
Their ticket to heaven.
Up here,
Clouds cover the ground,
And angels migrate across the sky,
Looking like shooting stars all day long,
And the sun never sets while the moon stays full,
Everyone is here and solitude is abundant,
Nobody has to sacrifice anything,
There is nobody above you,
And nobody below you,
Everyone is equal,
Is free,
And graced,
By love.
Upon death,
Each and every soul sees a little sign
“Watch your step…
…hell is a long fall”
Then they find themselves in absolute nothing,
And suddenly out of the mist a room,
It’s a round room with 13 sides,
Leading to the thirteen halls of hell.
You can stroll around,
Pick where you belong,
And if you’re not honest,
It doesn’t matter,
This is hell.
Down the thirteen halls of hell,
Hotter and hotter it gets,
And punishment gets more apparent,
As the sins become greater.
At first it was eternal starvation and water deprivation,
But each and every hall of hell makes it worse,
As souls scream out in undying pain all over,
Until you reach the thirteenth hall of hell,
Where there is absolute silence.
Each and every being in the thirteenth hall has no eyelids,
No lips, no teeth, no skin, no ears, no hands, and no feet,
The rest of their mouths are sealed shut and their throats have holes in them,
So that the air might pass into their lungs by other means.
All the people have no clothes in the thirteenth hall,
And the ground is scalding hot,
Each and everyone writhes in pain,
It’s a giant mass of rotting burning flesh blood and hatred.
The Halls Of Heaven
When an angel on earth dies,
They must walk the thirteen halls of hell,
They must look down upon all the sins,
And if they really are an angel,
And they are pure of heart,
They get their wings,
Their ticket to heaven.
Up here,
Clouds cover the ground,
And angels migrate across the sky,
Looking like shooting stars all day long,
And the sun never sets while the moon stays full,
Everyone is here and solitude is abundant,
Nobody has to sacrifice anything,
There is nobody above you,
And nobody below you,
Everyone is equal,
Is free,
And graced,
By love.
This is two poems, first, The Thirteen Halls of Hell then its counterpart The Halls of Heaven.
© 2004 - 2024 VonKalkmann
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