It's been a week
Of meditating on hell
A story that is
So hard to tell
It speaks of torture
And of pain
And it has driven my soul
Deeply insane
When I meditate
On the visions of saints
I feel that I am
Ready to faint
The torture described
Is inexplicable
It makes my soul
Feel so ill
Kiss me my saviour
From your cross
Save me quick
For I'm about to see loss
Of all the good
I had tasted
This one doctrine
Has me wasted
Fire more painful
Than earthly fire
Is this true
Will I become a liar
Love my enemies
Become like Christ
Fire and torment
Flesh eternally sliced
Of meditating on hell
A story that is
So hard to tell
It speaks of torture
And of pain
And it has driven my soul
Deeply insane
When I meditate
On the visions of saints
I feel that I am
Ready to faint
The torture described
Is inexplicable
It makes my soul
Feel so ill
Kiss me my saviour
From your cross
Save me quick
For I'm about to see loss
Of all the good
I had tasted
This one doctrine
Has me wasted
Fire more painful
Than earthly fire
Is this true
Will I become a liar
Love my enemies
Become like Christ
Fire and torment
Flesh eternally sliced
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