Poem: A Hell of Their Own Making

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Fire and brimstone
an image of torment
for the transgressions
against a whimsical god

oh how their words thunder
and the audience listens
in awe and fear

stray from the narrow path
fall over the cliffs
into a darkness
too deep and horrible
to fathom or escape

such punishment
literal in the afterlife
made manifest
in their sermons
in the present life.

The words are absolute
to police the actions
of the one 
to secure the eternal life
of the many

The horror is now
not in some imagined
purgatory

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