Seeing The Invisible Hell

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Insatiable cravings in lust’s bosom,
In a brothel of feign exuberance,
Sniffles he the stench grotesque,
Of a hustler; a deplored pestilence.

Blows another his vehement trumpets,
Masticated in a plague incurable.
Condescending scorn pours the egotist,
His escapism’s when the brother’s feeble.

Then a swine of some mammoth greed,
A misanthrope ‘neath a grisly skin.
Jetting eyes above a slanderous tongue,
Succumb not to the loss’s grin.

With an odious smoke of grey hatred,
Incinerate bones in rotten flesh.
More nightmares in fitful night’s sleep,
Perpetual torment of a wretched mess.

Dogs eat dog, mortals gone wild,
Hell and earth fall out with disdain.
A contempt harmonious and pursuant,
With the imprimatur of a benign omnipotent.

They are but hell’s cordial slaves,
Know not what the blind sees.
In mansions of faith real or forged,
Of love and sin but they preach.

Demise then beguiling night’s watch,
Bites them muffling the thunderous snore.
Black angels guide the soul’s march,
To the abyss where demons roar.

A bribe of a dime or of a million,
Accepts not the stamper with the seal.
Nor does he care to give ears,
To the despondent appeal truely genteel.

They’re not serpents but demons,
All red, steaming, and invisible.
Gobble flames for a hungry dinner,
The gourmets with an evil palate.

Ascends always the hustle and bustle,
Swim the fallen in a bloody puddle.
Agony’s the dominance in an incarceration,
Until from above rattles redemption.

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