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The Keys To Hell

by Deborah Ann Belka

The keys to hell are in His hands,
and the shaking has begun
what man has created for himself
can never be taken back or undone.

God will before too long unleash,
the seven seals upon the world
His wrath will fall from His heaven
and His terror He will unfurl.

The skies above will turn dark,
the moon will look as if blood red
and every soul alive will be shaken
with undying fear and eternal dread.

His horsemen will march one by one,
each releasing a horror of their own
not one will come upon the earth
without the go ahead from His throne.

Oh, my friend don't be caught up,
in what this world has to offer
lest one day your soul will end up
paying into Satan's hellish coffer.

Revelation 1:18
King James Version

"I am he that liveth, and was dead;
and, behold, I am alive for evermore,
Amen; and have the keys of hell and of

This poem was a finalist in the August 2012 poetry contest

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