My body sunk into a pit of utter black,
My mind it couldn’t quite come back,
From wandering in the coals,
In the shadowed depth of the darkest hole.
An angel whispered in mine ear,
The sweetness of a torturous tear,
And cut my throat from chin to chest,
To see if I would pass the test.
I smiled and with delight I said,
Is that your very fucking best, I’m dead.
He giggled once and cut of my hand,
It fell so dead right where I stood,
It’s palm was open its fingers could,
Still touch the fire burning round,
The hot and simmering flaming ground.
I snickered as he pleaded with,
My presence and my virtuous gift,
I offered him my beating heart,
He passed and cut my shoulder, end to start.
On my bones he dropped a boulder,
And plunged it on my head till I was dead,
And laughter shook the realm that smoldered.
I woke and suddenly the pain,
Was gone from me again.
Then the lonely gentleman, he gave a prayer.
An answer only for me to here.
It went like a child’s rhyme and lasted the eternity of time.
It went “all my children they are dead,
Meek without their belly fed.
If hunger was the only gift,
Then on your blood and bones I sift,
And drink your brain, until it rots,
Upon my tongue, oh what a plot.
Give me bones and melting flesh,
As my senses linger in your sweltering scent.
And worship you and image all.
That father gave before my fall.
The jealous angel stood to bear,
The joke that mankind didn’t care,
Or truth of its humor in his lair.
Oh selfless soul here in despair.
How charmed I was, with head all crushed,
One handed, cut neck and such.
And finally then he smiled to me,
Alas my child your pain I see,
Is wrought between us, you and me,
Like vice of plenty, so provocatively.
But instead I’ll measure with compassion,
The morality of our relationship, without passion.
And give to you a second chance,
Begotten by my father’s glance.
And free your pain and misery,
From my deathly solitude and slithery.
Upon my throne sit, for seconds three,
And peer through me, with wisdoms wit.
To see that you, my favorite are.
Another realm I’ll send you far.
If I ever see you here again,
I’ll melt your soul my sinning friend.
And fry it in the hottest flame.
Because you played my selfish game.
My throat all clogged with dark red blood,
I choked the answer that I could.
I said “behold I’ve changed my ways from bad to good.”
And shame to boldness their I stood.
With a wink and fiery finger snap,
I flashed through doors of all the pasts.
And into futures where I found,
Serenity of all the beauty all around.
I lived my life in sin and death.
I lied with every given breath.
Yet Satan gave me a second chance.
For on his throne my eyes did glance.
And saw what lies for me instead,
If ever him my angel, meets me again.
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Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2025 07:33
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is mostly just another rant on hell. It was fun to write even though it's a bit dark and violent. Maybe not for the weakest of heart. Lol
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That is quite a comprehensive guide through how most people view hell, a great piece of writing
The darkest hell is the one in our mind and from that one we don't come back. With our conscience being our Satan it is mercilous and brutal we give it our heart but to no avail. There are many great lines in this piece and it seems like Dante's decent into hell in his devine comedy but instead of observing others it is oneself being tortured but almost as an observer as well. This seperation of mind from body in pain is an emphasis of the how one without conscionce focuses on physical pain while a conscience when felt is a far greater pain than the physical. Given a second chance by a conscience or Saten that has learned compassion. A most lovely write heart felt. No my friend I am on several other sites but have not published any of my works feel free to look at any of my past works, some are worth a look most of my early works as for most of us are writings of learning with a few rants.
Hell, this is epic, almost a complete treatise on its namesake .. Congratulations on hitting the ton too sir .. Neville 😎👍
Thanks. Lol. Tomorrow I'm going to put out a similar one but a vacation to heaven.
I took myself into hell once upon a time. I don't want to go back. Or, should I say, when I go back, I'd like to be ready. The serpent patiently waits.....to be uplifted!
Great write.
Thanks
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