Passing By The Rusted Gate
In the dark…faintly can be seen
a winding path through a weedy lot
…leading to a place time forgot
past evil looking twisted trees
…a putrid odor on the breeze
In the distance heard
are the yelps and yell
of the inhabitants of Hell
The gate is left ajar…
Rusted…it will not close
This be the path that they chose
Beware…do not wander there
Choose your way with care
The wails of the tormented
escape on the wind…
for they have entered in
a timeless tortured sphere…
wailing to all who pass by here
A warning for all who can see
or an invitation for company
Journey on…do not pause…
Give no sympathy to their cause…
else you be caught up in devil’s claws
… and…then it will be your chore
to suffer with them forevermore…
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