I died and I went to hell
What I saw and heard there I can tell,
I saw suffering and I heard of continuous pain
And it came down constantly like the rain.
I heard the gnashing of teeth
From the souls that worshipped and believed a false belief,
And none of the souls there had faces
So, you couldn't tell them by their races.
The sufferers there were all so very thin
They were all condemned because of their sin,
Never once unto Jesus did they ask to be forgiven
Now in torment they are forever driven.
Everyone there hated one and another
They saw each as a tormentor not as a sister or a brother,
And all their voices sounded the same
And their torment and suffering unto each other they did blame.
There of course was no children there
As Christ said unto the children he would take care,
But, the murderers of children I could hear
And for them being there I gave out a giant cheer.
Liars, cheaters, adulterers and the greedy was their also
As unto them I gave them no mercy or woe,
And the wealthy was there crying out in disbelief and agony
And of course they couldn't buy any pity.
Sadly I saw the lost that wasn't saved
Those who were truly good and always behaved,
Those who gave the needy money to help them through
Now, they are forever burning in hell too.
Now I wonder why I was in hell's damnation
Why am I suffering here with demons since creation,
How I cried that I wished I had accepted Jesus Christ as my savior
Which would had changed and saved me from my sinful behavior.
Then while in hell I wailed unstoppably as I cried
Now knowing for me for my sins Jesus had suffered and died,
Then, suddenly I woke up in my sweat drenched bed
Now again, I am alive and I am no longer dead.
To hell below God had sent me
So, the pain, the suffering and terror I could understand and see,
The prison of the condemned I could also hear and feel,
Hell for the damned, it is real.
Randy L. McClave
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I would like to translate this poem