Long Road To Hell

I'm just writing off the top of my head....He won't answer me & I need something to do to make me feel better...so here it is. Enjoy the product of my boredom.

The trail is long & dusty,

& the air is hot & musty,

As we march on slowly,

To the land of the Unholy.

 

There's other people walking,

Dead eyes stare but no one's talking.
There's really nothing to say.
This path goes one way.

 

There's no turning around,

My feet are sore from the hard ground.

We're all together but all alone.

Pale, drawn faces with hearts of stone.

 

As we enter the devil's domain,

Enter into a realm of eternal pain,

Some cast one last glance toward the light.

Until the gates close us into a world of night.

 

the longer we stay the more we'll lose,

What's left of ourselves. The abbility to choose.

Our memories will cease to exist,

And thoughts of life will fade to gray mist.

 

An eternity of work as Satan's slave.

Getting nothing back for what you gave.

It's not like prison, there's no parrol.

The sentence you serve is full & whole.

 

Written by,

Elizabeth Ann McClure

Reviews

[Rosary]

wow. highly skillfull writing in this piece. i dont usually like to read anything with satan or hell as its topic but this ones amazing. i can see the people lining up i can see the look in there eyes almost souless but the truth is they have a soul they just know where the line ends and know they cant get out of it they look back with hope but realize there is none and theyre eyes go back to the souless expression. its almost like you painted a picture in my mind. very good thanks for bringing it to my attention