I wayward fell in a freakish hell,
to a place of discarded doom
I wriggled and squirmed, then confirmed,
no one was coming to my rescue
There was fire and brim, burning bones,
and the smell of melting flesh
I heard their screams, now futile deemed,
there was no place for their souls to rest
Deafen my ears from their wails and tears,
for I could not bare their gnashing of teeth
They recited the word while vomiting curd,
but their voices grew faint beneath
I saw a broad door from far, far away
and like rain they were falling through
Now in their hand placed a golden fan
a reward from Satan, whom they knew
To my surprise, I opened my eyes,
to realized to hell and back I’d been
There lay the good book, I took a hard look
and cried “Thank you Lord! I’m still here!”