| I'm Now In Hell |
| How can one sleep under this condition? How can one forget his ambition? The weather is hot; it's quite a scorcher? How can one take all of this torture? Dear Lord, where am I? I hear my name and then a sigh. I hear a voice say quite soft yet deep. "Hush now young lady and get some sleep... tomorrow's your big day, you shall fight and pay." When I awoke right there before me, was the devil himself. Would he let me be? Soon I would see. I was to fight him, how could that be? You see my decisions in life were rather bad, that when I had died I left no one sad. Now I'm burning in hell, and want out of my cell. To be in heaven with God, yet what's done is done. Dear Lord help me, you are my God. Forgive me O'Lord, I must now withdraw my sword. |
| Written By: Marie A. Hilbig |
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