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In my fiery pit below,
where my fire is the only glow,
they'll forget the world they know,
when all the torment begins to show:
gnashing of teeth and burning flesh,
forever tormenting without rest.
Oh, the pain and horror they find,
cannot be felt in a living mind,
for in my kingdom known as Hell,
burning as a molten well,
all my demons laugh and tell
each new prisoner of their cell.
They beg and cry and scream and yell,
tailored for each one from above,
filled with torture absent from love,
in their cell for eternal time,
they'll be tormented by their own mind.
Walking with burning, blistered feet,
within my dominion down so deep,
they know not to pray to God above,
for he has closed his heart and shunned his love.
Now they're my toys for which to play,
as my torture grows, day by day,
and all the fear that's in my fire,
just heightens my defiant desire.
I fear not the one above this pit,
where as the king I do sit.
Our battle has not yet began,
and I'm free to torture man,
anyway I wish to in my realm,
for I'm in charge and at the helm.
I'm the master of trickery and deceit,
the superior one few humans beat.
So read your Bibles and say your prayers,
or you'll end up here where no one cares.
If you might escape my earthly grip,
there still will be many that will slip,
fueling the energy hotter than the sun
in a place with nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

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