What is Hell
A poem I made to talk abut the harsh existence of reality and how we struggles in it.
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_I_s this what hell feels like? Bound like chains by the very earth itself. To burn in a way as if in every desert at once. But with no sun, That with no amount of water, Could quench the thirst, With no escape, With no sense of hope, An always lingering doom, A shadow that can never be escaped from. As if from now into eternity, And still this is only the beginning. The tip of the iceberg.
_I_s this what hell is? The deeper it goes the darker it gets, A constant spiral and going nowhere fast, Where the constant screams never leave, And never end, Where the sense of time does not exist, But as if remains frozen, In an ever present constant, Locked in an inevitable, cycle of destruction. Which keeps repeating, That does not stop burning, Does not change, Instead only goes in deeper.
_I_s his where hell is? Where the bullet tears a hole, And thousands pierce the heart at one time. Where a person cannot stand, and not be watched. Where evil and corruption is everywhere, And everyone is all consumed by it. Their is no running from it, Their is no escape, No end to the pain the soul hath to endure. No comfort from the whipping and gnashing of teeth. In this human existence we live- Is this what hell truly is, or is this only purgatory. Where true hell is, or is it even known?