Poem: Hell- the place I now call home

Hell
is a place I
hope
to see in
honour
of those who will not see the
holy
land. My mind comes to a
halt
when I try to think of how
high
in disbelief, sin I’d have to be. Thoughts of me
horny
naked, fornicating with men whom I should have told to take a
hike.
I find myself falling into a black
Hole
With no clue of how deep its
Hue
goes. This
Hole
consumes me like a sharp knife to a
hen
and
honestly,
I feel like I need a touch that can
heal
my mind. I see a
hall
of shame list with
horn
like writings in the
hot
Flames of
Hell
that is now my
host.
This is the place I now call
home.
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N. W
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19th Nov, 2008
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