Gates of Hell
I’ve once observed this spirit and demon.
This demon has done horrific, traumatizing, and gruesome things to the spirit.
The demon broke the spirit’s arms and legs,
So there would be no where to run.
He broke all of the spirit’s fingers,
Then he amputated them,
Then he cut the spirit’s arm,
And took all the skin off of it until it was just pure bone.
Then he struck the spirit in the head with the bone
As if the bone was a baseball bat
And the spirit’s head was a baseball.
Then he ripped out all of the spirit’s guts out of its body,
And choked the spirit with its own intestines.
Then the demon took out a very sharp sword,
He took out the spirit’s eyes,
Then he ate them.
He cut off the spirit’s tongue,
And ate that too.
Then he took the sword and decapitated the spirit.
The brutality went on forever,
But after the decapitation I knew what the spirit wanted.
After all the tears,
After all the screams of agony,
All the spirit wanted was death,
But it wasn’t going to happen.
Spirits don’t die.
So the pain that the spirit was experiencing,
Is relentless.
That’s when I’ve noticed,
I’m not in Earth anymore.
I’m in the Gates of Hell.
And then I realized,
The Gates of Hell,
Isn’t just a location to burn.
It isn’t just a place of fire.
It’s a place of punishment.
All tortures that can ever be imagined,
Happens in the Gates of Hell.
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