Hell's Alive

by the crazy insanist   Feb 13, 2005


I was in hell once.
All the other places didn't want me.
They sent me away, on to the next.
They said I wasn't blessed.
What they meant by blessed, I don't know.
They never told me.
When I walked into hell, and it to welcomed me just as the others had.
I stayed awhile, then it too sent me away.
I was told that I had been blessed to be sent all over.
I asked why.
It said to have traveled and seen what I had was a true gift of man.
I asked why.
Then it told me that when I had seen all that man could show me, man had sent me to learn what it is to be graced by hell.
The gifts I had been given, I was told are: Love, Kindness, Caring, Peace and Grace.
To be given Grace you must be sent to hell, then you will know what it is to really be a man and to be loved and cared for, and given kindness and peace by God.

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