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Man's last stop
I wished I'd payed attention
I wished I'd listened to them
Those wise young men
They had tried to warn me
Of the path that I was on
They had tried to warn me
Of suffering to come
I wished I'd listened to them
When they spoke of God
And his love for you and I and the angels above
Maybe if I'd listened I wouldn't be here today
Where the fires last forever and so does the pain
Where the darkness never stops
This place is full of death
Of people just like I who forgot God's message
In here I'm all alone
No family in sight
They've all gone to heaven
The place of holy light
Who was I kidding when I thought I knew God
I cared nothing for him
And nothing for his love
In my life God was ignored
I disobeyed commandments and laws
So now I'm in this place
Where fires never fade
Where the darkness rules everything
Hell, man's last stop.
poem
by
Rachel Branscombe
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