Escape From Hell’s Kitchen

I too have been bound in
breathed endured screams
your dark side hell’s kitchen

but you never glimpsed lived
ecstasy heights soaring peaks
of heaven I holy spirit ascend in

Satan is your chosen personal idol
your saviour your acclaimed god
the one you admire respect worship

news flash divine truth revelation
your welcome to him no contest
heaven earth’s first lying loser

destined to rage like a roaring lion
before being cast into a lake of fire
poor baby do you not reality want?

to cook a better meal a wedding feast
why serve eternal dark souls destiny
damned losers; hell’s kitchen bound!

while angelic aspiring due souls
celebrate a royal wedding feast
wicked and good willing to come

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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