Post by DavidsDove on Apr 26, 2005 12:46:15 GMT -5
Hell
You condemned me to hell, while trying to describe it. But you do not know what hell is, when most people think of hell they think of a hot flame surrounded place. Hell is so much worse.
Its where the fire shoots up along that narrow ledge that you are walking on, then them same flames come crashing down on you consuming you in its fiery embrace trying to suffocate you, searching for a way in to your soul. Or that way those same flames will creep though your body hair trying to get up in to your head. How about that evil flames stair in to your eyes shooting strait through your heart, like a built from hell’s gun.
Just those evil sounds that you hear there. The sinister eerie voices coming from every angle that you face, clashing together making a evil sinister sound that never leaves you. What about that gashing and nulling sound from the demons of the depths of hell and the grinding of the bones. That scratching that’s coming from the dammed trying to get out just because they cant take the sound along.
How about the dimly lit area, that you can barely see your own hand that’s less then five inches from your face, not to mention that narrow ledge that you are walking on. Or that thing that just brushed up against your skin, and I say that it’s a thing because no one has ever seen one and lived. Or this narrow path that you are walking on, hot and so jagged that walking on coals would feel like walking on carpet. Bear footed and having soft feet really does not help. What about that smell, smells really rue and nauseating, that you want to barf but the fact that you have not had food to eat for a long time makes that task kind of hard.
Then after that long hall you finally get to this place that you tried to get to. All that hard work to get here it will seem like child’s play compared to your next five minutes you will be there, standing face to face will none other then the devil him self.
His eyes, they are pure evil, they staring in to your soul for anything that he can use to his advantaged. His face, that face is wrinkled but so firm for the heat sounding the place. His nose is big and wide but not very long, that mouth is pretty much normal but those lips are so big, and being able to give that evil snarl. Those eyes, his eyes big deep eyes that are tinted red that he used to search you for all your weaknesses. The stance of this beast is firm, that most will be afraid of him because of it. His skin is so tough form this place where he lives, also its tinted a dark red color but not really a color. His dark medium length hair, with those evil horns that he has that are dark and then get red near the tips of them.
The word he speaks are strong enough to weaken most people. His raspy, deep sinister voice that’s pure evil can be heard all over this place and is the worst and most unforgiving sound that you ever heard. When closely listen to you can hear that he is really week. He knows a lot which scares people but real he does not have the answers, but most will believe that he does, which he used to his advantage to deceive his followers which will let themselves be deceived by this evil thing.
The gloom of the room you are in scares you even. The flames are the walls and the narrow path you were one is even narrower then it was before, and the hot streaming lava is all around your path. The path is covered with dry blood, while the sealing is dripping with warm, bright fresh blood. This blood is different though, not like most blood. You recognize this blood, this blood is the same blood from every one of the martyrs that you murdered before you died. As it drips down on you, you finally see what you really did before you died. Some of this same blood drips on that path that’s even narrower then when you first got in this room. While other drops drip in the hot lava, the second it hit’s the lava you can smell the reeking smell form the blood being boiled from the heat making you gag.
The flame wall final parts as the devil looks at the wall of pitchers behind the flames. You relies these pitchers, these pitchers. There the people that you your self martyred. Suddenly you feel this sharp pain as you look at each pitcher and you realize it’s the pain that they felt when they died from you. There slow painful deaths you caused them now you look at the last pitcher the hardest top look at. Because this one caused you more pain of them all combined.
See this guy is the guy that killed you. After you killed his family, his child, his wife. His pain that he had was so unreal. Not only physical but emotional as well. You took all he had, his only thing he had. Now you will be the one that will live with his pain.
Walking away from that room the devil yells “good job” and he laughs at you. That laugh will stay in your head for all eternity and that pain as well. Seeing those eyes that looked at you before you died. They will stay with you for every.
Your narrow path is just about over. As screens from your life flash before your eyes. You wish that you could change your past. So knowing that you cant you make a plan. That plan would be to bring every one down with you that you can. Making sure that everyone feels the same pain that you feel. You do this only so you will not be left along. Now you path is at the end and you fall in to that same hot lava you seen before in that room you were in a little bit ago. Now you will be another one of the dammed that you heard earlier.
You condemned me to hell, while trying to describe it. But you do not know what hell is, when most people think of hell they think of a hot flame surrounded place. Hell is so much worse.
Its where the fire shoots up along that narrow ledge that you are walking on, then them same flames come crashing down on you consuming you in its fiery embrace trying to suffocate you, searching for a way in to your soul. Or that way those same flames will creep though your body hair trying to get up in to your head. How about that evil flames stair in to your eyes shooting strait through your heart, like a built from hell’s gun.
Just those evil sounds that you hear there. The sinister eerie voices coming from every angle that you face, clashing together making a evil sinister sound that never leaves you. What about that gashing and nulling sound from the demons of the depths of hell and the grinding of the bones. That scratching that’s coming from the dammed trying to get out just because they cant take the sound along.
How about the dimly lit area, that you can barely see your own hand that’s less then five inches from your face, not to mention that narrow ledge that you are walking on. Or that thing that just brushed up against your skin, and I say that it’s a thing because no one has ever seen one and lived. Or this narrow path that you are walking on, hot and so jagged that walking on coals would feel like walking on carpet. Bear footed and having soft feet really does not help. What about that smell, smells really rue and nauseating, that you want to barf but the fact that you have not had food to eat for a long time makes that task kind of hard.
Then after that long hall you finally get to this place that you tried to get to. All that hard work to get here it will seem like child’s play compared to your next five minutes you will be there, standing face to face will none other then the devil him self.
His eyes, they are pure evil, they staring in to your soul for anything that he can use to his advantaged. His face, that face is wrinkled but so firm for the heat sounding the place. His nose is big and wide but not very long, that mouth is pretty much normal but those lips are so big, and being able to give that evil snarl. Those eyes, his eyes big deep eyes that are tinted red that he used to search you for all your weaknesses. The stance of this beast is firm, that most will be afraid of him because of it. His skin is so tough form this place where he lives, also its tinted a dark red color but not really a color. His dark medium length hair, with those evil horns that he has that are dark and then get red near the tips of them.
The word he speaks are strong enough to weaken most people. His raspy, deep sinister voice that’s pure evil can be heard all over this place and is the worst and most unforgiving sound that you ever heard. When closely listen to you can hear that he is really week. He knows a lot which scares people but real he does not have the answers, but most will believe that he does, which he used to his advantage to deceive his followers which will let themselves be deceived by this evil thing.
The gloom of the room you are in scares you even. The flames are the walls and the narrow path you were one is even narrower then it was before, and the hot streaming lava is all around your path. The path is covered with dry blood, while the sealing is dripping with warm, bright fresh blood. This blood is different though, not like most blood. You recognize this blood, this blood is the same blood from every one of the martyrs that you murdered before you died. As it drips down on you, you finally see what you really did before you died. Some of this same blood drips on that path that’s even narrower then when you first got in this room. While other drops drip in the hot lava, the second it hit’s the lava you can smell the reeking smell form the blood being boiled from the heat making you gag.
The flame wall final parts as the devil looks at the wall of pitchers behind the flames. You relies these pitchers, these pitchers. There the people that you your self martyred. Suddenly you feel this sharp pain as you look at each pitcher and you realize it’s the pain that they felt when they died from you. There slow painful deaths you caused them now you look at the last pitcher the hardest top look at. Because this one caused you more pain of them all combined.
See this guy is the guy that killed you. After you killed his family, his child, his wife. His pain that he had was so unreal. Not only physical but emotional as well. You took all he had, his only thing he had. Now you will be the one that will live with his pain.
Walking away from that room the devil yells “good job” and he laughs at you. That laugh will stay in your head for all eternity and that pain as well. Seeing those eyes that looked at you before you died. They will stay with you for every.
Your narrow path is just about over. As screens from your life flash before your eyes. You wish that you could change your past. So knowing that you cant you make a plan. That plan would be to bring every one down with you that you can. Making sure that everyone feels the same pain that you feel. You do this only so you will not be left along. Now you path is at the end and you fall in to that same hot lava you seen before in that room you were in a little bit ago. Now you will be another one of the dammed that you heard earlier.
