Hell's gate stands open for me.
Ready to suck me down to eternity.
As I'm shown the book with all my sins.
My name goes on, I can not see the end.
Giving my soul no time to even rest.
To those demons I am just a piece of flesh.
Hoping to rip my soul from my skin,
to burn with them in this pit of fire and brim.
I'm always remind of my earthly shame.
As the demons pull me deeper into the flame.
With my eyes burning black and tongue fiery red.
I scream Lord of Lords am I really dead?
I look up because I know I did not do right,
but the Son of God turns from my sight.
Jesus of Nazareth has the only keys.
Will I get out of this burning eternity?
Copyright ©2003 Ellis W. Moore
7 comments:
Ellis, you won't even go there. Guaranteed! Muammar Gaddafi, yes. Ellis Moore, no. Please! :-)
The poem is certainly well done though.
Jamie Dedes:
Only God knows our souls. Still thanks I hope not.
Hmm, yep, dreading that...Hell's gate!
frigginloon:
Some say we are already there.
Yes, yes, and yes.
And you know what, Ellis? God forgives us the FIRST time we ask, all merciful and loving God.
xoxo
I hope that was just a bad nightmare!
Reminds me of reading the book Inferno, n wondering about which level folks I know would end up on!
I do believe we face an accounting of our sins tho- trying to make up for them can't hurt...
Jannie Funster:
The way the bible said it, he does.
Snaggle Tooth:
Man is doomed to ask if he asked right.
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