The Immortality of the Trinity’s Adoration of Lost Souls
The bliss of all the saints in Heaven is
Piss poor when set against the searing pain
Of those in Hell. God loves and loves. Gee Whizz,
Though, what about the agony, that stain,
Eternal filthy stain upon that love
Which rises from the pit of raging fire
Around the yelling spirits? From above
No respite is sent down. God’s restless ire
Rains dark upon them, ravaging each soul
With Jesus’ endless love and mercy in the form
Of trillion Farenheit Goddoom. A pole
Or trident wielded from a devil storm
Is gouged in suffering souls. Each red hot gash
Reveals God’s loving in an orange slash.
~ Phillip Whidden
“If you love Me, keep My commands,
Which keep you safe from sin and woe.”
But reprobates take prideful stands,
Rejecting the law of Love: “Hell, no!”
The damned hate God and never suspected
Hell’s burning is ardent Love, — rejected.
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