Hell's Gates

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501 Jackson Tavern way Great Falls, Va 22066

United States

39° 2' 0.5964" N, 77° 20' 58.3044" W

I have passed Hell's gates, demons are vile

I have sat silently in limbo

My eyes pried open to view a child

He is so little, like a small minnow

His lips are sewn shut, his eyes are gouged out

He can't even see, he can't even shout

He lies on hot coals, and flounders about

His limbs are swollen, as if he has gout

He stays so that on earth a snake may roam

Sometimes it descends to bind him like rope

And when the snake bites, his mouth it will foam

And yet he sits, told to abandon hope

I pull him out from feces and muck free

Calm down little boy, let's leave and heal thee

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9 years ago

This is very interesting! When was it written? Was this written for a class or an event?