There is something I want to tell
You about Hell.
You burn for longer than life,
Then Satan takes a dull knife,
And digs it slowly into each eye.
Within seconds, you wish you could just die.
Then you realize that you’re already dead,
So you wish you were back home in your bed.
You could have prevented this, you know,
By going to a place Satan is afraid to go.
Go into the Lords’ presence,
And you will someday find the essence,
Of what man truly is,
And what is truly His.
Maybe then you will see,
The truth that will always be,
And has always been,
Since only the Lord knows when.
Perhaps then you will learn,
Why it is so much better not to burn.