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There Is A Place

by Mark Spencer © 2009

There is a place where shadows dwell,
And ancient evil slumbers.
A realm we've come to know as Hell,
That calls us by the numbers.

When fervid dreams belay the soul,
And cause our hearts to wander.
They lure us to that fetid hole,
A choice we seldom ponder.

Defiance sinks into the mire,
Disrespectful to the end.
The humble rise above the pyre,
Upon the repentant wind.

But those in life, who never slowed,
For the love of earthly gain,
Trade paradise to walk that road,
Treating virtue with disdain.

They say they'll simply drift away,
Into death's eternal rest.
With no concern for where they lay,
Or the passing of life's test.

Yet if the veil of death descends,
And the soul does not expire,
Will there be time to make amends,
And be rescued from the fire?

The last resort for any soul,
Is the Lamb God sacrificed;
The only way to pay our toll,
Was to spill the blood of Christ.

For heaven's gate cannot be breached,
By the wickedness of men.
If paradise is to be reached,
We must cleanse the soul of sin.

What harm befalls a faithful man,
If God's promise is a lie?
And what about the sinful man,
If his spirit does not die?

I'd rather live a moral life,
And in death say my farewell,
Than risk the unrelenting strife
Of some dark infernal hell.

This is a choice we all must make,
Only you can choose your path.
Be careful of the roads you take,
Lest you choose the road to wrath.

There is a place where shadows dwell,
And ancient evil slumbers.
A realm we've come to know as Hell,
That calls us by the numbers.

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