The following poem is based on Luke 16:19-31.  If you are not familiar with those verses, I highly recommend looking them up.

I hope you enjoy this poem regardless.  God Bless!

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I'm writing this poem

From the depths of my heart

I'm writing this poem

With this pen in the dark

I'm writing to you

From my cold and dead soul

I'm calling to you

From the bottomless hole

 

Listen to me

I have words that will save

Listen to me

And stay out of the grave

Hear what I say

And avoid all my pain

Hear me today

And do not stay the same

 

I'm sitting down here

But I want to reach you

I'm sitting down here

And yet still want to teach you

It's too late for me

But you still have a chance

I beg you to see

The death in your hands

 

I looked up to Him

But He told me "no"

I looked up to Him

But He said "don't go"

I asked Him to send

A man from up there

I told Him that then

You would all care

 

He said "they would not"

While shaking His head

He said "They would not,

With a man from the dead"

I begged Him to try

He said it'd been done

I started to cry

At all I had begun

 

I'm writing this poem

As a warning to you

I'm writing this poem

But He knows what you'll do

You will never care

Even with the Son raised

You are banned from up there

By the choice you have made

 

I'm writing this poem

And I cry, for in hell

I have made it my home

And I know you will as well ~