HELL IS A REALITY.
An old man thought his heart was mild.
It would forget bad deeds of yore.
He did not deem it was so mean
and all his wrongs were kept in store.

When power filled his arms and legs,
he paid back an eye for an eye.
It garnered his and rubbed their acts
to make him sigh for that and cry.

He scarcely could forget a wrong
when he recalled another one.
It made his life a vicious hell
whose source was burning from within.

Hot fire scorched the old man's soul
and came from his torturing heart.
I wonder how some people say
hell is a myth mad people start.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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