Western Hell

My heart is aching

How it is broken 

A love lost so quickly

That was only just awoken

The beauty of 

The Catholic Bride 

Has suddenly 

In me died

These visions of hell

Cannot be true 

But who am I
And who are you
To speak against
The ancient voice
But my unbelief
Leaves me with no choice

I can't believe
In flesh melting off
As little children
Can barely breathe or cough
Or demons stabbing them
With red hot metal
As steam ascends
Like a boiling kettle

But that's nothing
There are thousands of degrees
Of heat to torture
Oh St Peters keys
How could you approve
Of these fiendish visions
Will you have me now
In full derision

How children will scream 

And scream in hell

No end to their 

Pathetic smell

As like falling snowflakes

The many fall 

Choosing to be 

Deaf to Gods call 

And yet there's hope 

Oh look East 

They have none of this

Wicked yeast 

Jesus Christ 

Is lifted high 

No foolish visions 

To make the gentle cry

I really thought

The west accepted 

The Easts view of hell 

But it's rejected 

And I cannot live 

A lie to tell

I'll never preach 

The westerns hell