| HELL'S HOLE |
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| Darkness has filled the small room The chilled air was filled with doom In the corner, an evil glow It starts out high: then gets low. |
| Screeching, hissing, screams and yells. They're the sounds right out of Hell! The smells of burning flesh and bone It's all silent. Then a moan. |
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| The moan continues to grow. Sounding like the angel's foe. The evil glow grows with the sound The entire room spins around. |
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| The odor becomes much stronger. The room spins even longer. Now you are lost in it, and beware, You just might spend eternity there! |
| Brenda Eller Davis |
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