It is not literal yet a poetic doom
A realm of anguish, full of strife,
Why is hell so awful, they assume,
A place devoid of Godly life?
Once meant for Satan and his kin,
The darkness means, void of grace,
Hell’s origin from angel’s sin,
Lucifer, with the fairest face.
No horns or tail or brimstone’s call,
Its true despair, the soul must face,
For in its core, there lies the pall,
The absence of God’s warm embrace.
No breath of life, no air to breathe,
Without God’s presence, life is undone,
In this bleak void, the soul must grieve,
For love and light, no longer won.
Absent of the prince of peace, the comforter,
No way to describe the pain,
No grace to heal, no love to stir,
God’s absence, with no one but self to blame.
Like shadows dancing in endless night,
With no divine, no guiding star,
The soul is lost, devoid of light,
In depths where darkness spreads afar.
Take these words as mere metaphors,
But the truth lies deep, no soul can dodge,
Hell’s agony, forevermore,
The absence of our loving God.
So let us seek the light above,
Embrace God’s love, His saving grace,
For in His arms, we’ll rise and move,
Away from hell’s forlorn embrace.
No need for fiery tongues to warn,
The absence of God, the truest hell,
In His presence, souls are born,
In His love, we forever dwell.
WoPoLi 
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