Hell

Hell
By John A. Wilson

I once could imagine the depths of hell
With all of its horror, torment and pain
For all of the souls who therein do dwell
Forever condemned to the devil's reign

But now of myself I am not so sure
As I sit here and try to contemplate
Just what those denizens there must endure
Once they have gone through that terrible gate

I thought I knew what real suffering was
But now I see how little I did know
I deceived myself as everyone does
Whenever we think that hell is just so

For hell is beyond imagination
Regardless the depth of contemplation