I saw the darkest flames
Amid the fires of Hell;
I saw distorted angels
With Satan when he fell.
I saw clergymen and priests
With no hope of paradise;
For lifetimes of hypocrisy
They pay the steepest price.
There were murderers and thieves
Begging merciful relief...
Sweet blackness of Oblivion
Is Heaven in Hell's great heat.
I saw gaudy, painted harlots
With empty, tired eyes;
They found Hell no different
Than a mortal life of lies.
I felt the addict's terror...
Heard his frightened screams,
As he found a nightmare ending
His stuporous, sweet dreams.
I saw abusers and pedophiles,
Who'd hurt children many times
Writhing in eternal torment
As payment for their crimes.
I felt compassion for rich men
Who believed they had done much good,
But they had scorned the Prophets...
Even hung One from a cross of wood.
I viewed all this from afar,
Fearing to drift so close
Lest, magnet-like, the Lords of Hell
Would draw me in to roast.
A. K. Garrigus
August 23, 2004
(Original draft Sept. 1980)
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