Hell

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 23, 2018 

We are
in
Hell.
We make
the best
of it,
but,
make no
mistake 
we are all
In hell.
Trapped on
an orb
surround by
endlessness.
No
hope of 
escape.
Look around.
Hate,
violence,
madness,
suffering,
mayhem,
destruction,
cancer,
p­ain,
disease,
illness,
war.
Why?
The suffering,
the 
decadence,
evil.
What kind
of god
would treat
us
this way?
The kind
that put
us 
in
Hell!

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 23, 2018 at 2:50pm
....doesn't feel like he'll to me...🍻✌🏻
John Prophet commented on Feb 23, 2018 at 2:54pm
It might if the alternative was nirvana
Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 12:57pm
....true....👍🏻✌🏻...

 

 

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