Torment

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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If my past deeds were to send me to hell Into a fiery pit that I would forever dwell Then tormented by devils forever more I wonder what punishment for me would be in store, Into that fiery pit the sinners will be cast Maybe forever they must remember their past The sins and the evils that they once provoked Maybe that sin with remembrance, the devil will invoke, An evil man with vanity might not have a mirror A sinful man born with music might be deaf in the ear A cheating wife might be reminded of the ones she betrayed A brave woman then, will now be scared and always afraid, The sins of the damned might befall upon all of them Memories will be their torture as they all are the condemned A person that took a life might be reminded that every day And in Hell the devils laugh when to GOD sinners try to pray, A drunk might be forever tempted by a drink out of his reach A person of knowledge might lose their gift of speech A liar is a liar and they can never be believed The ones who told lies from that sin they will not be relieved, A glutinous person might be tempted forever by food A sinful coward might be always harassed and pursued Demons and devils will be torturing the guilty, for an eternity Never for the condemned will they find peace or comfort or serenity, A bully might be bullied for every second and every moment Every devil and demon will be their nightmare and opponent A thief might have both of their hands removed Their entrance to hell will always be approved, A cheater in hell might never be alone Everyone might see their pain and suffering and hear them moan They say that in hell crime will fit the punishment Every sin and offense will have their own torment, The sinners who always cried that GOD did not exist The devils will mock and torture them as on their soul they might piss Their eyes might be removed and their tongues might be torn out They can hear the sufferings, but no one can hear them plea as they shout, The sinful souls who slept with promiscuity, immorality and hate Sleeping with all the demons and devils might be their everlasting fate Sinners will not ever know again of peace, tenderness and love That is the emotions and feeling given only by GOD up above, If a person’s past deeds were their torment in hell I would rather be locked away in the darkest and dankest jail cell The devil is evil and sinful and some say he is a cunning jackass If I were sent to Hell, my torment would be to forever cut his grass. Randy L. McClave

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