M-theory
I don’t believe in hell. In fact I think
That if a place of retribution such
As Dante conjured, filled with sulfurous stink
And acid heat and flaming cold too much
To bear exists, the place it occupies
Throbs through some parallel, pained cosmos which
Occurs because a Jew or Christian flies
In mercy’s face, denies it at a pitch
(Deserving of an everlasting rack)
Of hatred for warm love. That universe
And it alone contains this space. The lack
Of hell for other souls here is averse
To hell-fire preachers only. Hot, they are
The ones who’ll end up in its roiling tar.