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Jun 2016
Your pretty face is going to hell
I'll stand here and watch you yell
**** I'll even ring the bell
So everyone will know your there
Fire so hot no water can quell
Your flesh burning will be the only smell
Forever, through out eternity there you'll dwell
Shackled and chained in a cell
Cracked and fried, your fragile shell
Look how **** far you fell


What a ridiculous notion
My God would never cause that kind of commotion
For hell is really just the absence of God and his devotion
Tell me as a parent could you cause your child that kind of emotion
God is greater than I. So I can never believe in a lake of fire.
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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