A Visage of Hell and of Heavan

The fire glowed a golden red in the depths of hell
Consuming the darkness, filling the region with a light of glowing blood
Daemons climbed through the forest of stalactites that covered the underside of the tormented roof
Screams of those tormented fills the putrid, sulfurous air

A cavernous hall, a roof held with pillars wreathed in flame
A fire that consumes the air, filling the rafters with black, spiraling smoke
Nightmares fill the spaces between the choking black mists, consuming the thoughts of those they tormented

A Chamber, its door of fire; its guard, a thought
A chair of earthen stone, veins of molten earth visible through the charred rock
Its owner sits upon it brooding, tormented by its former Lord
One who stifled its power and enslaved it, to receive the sinners of the Earth
Hooves of a goat are his feet
Body of which resembles a man, twisted and cruel
Black is his hair, horns of a goat upon his head
Wings of black feathers protrude his shoulders

A golden sun shines upon a white cloudy sky
St Peter, the judge of man, sits upon a marble chair
The doors of heaven open joyously the receive those humans who are of humble and honest nature
Angels sing and make merry with those humans honored to enter the blessed realm
The Creator of the universe sits upon and impenetrable thrown, he is seen and yet unseen

Four chambers, their guards four beasts whom only one has beheld

A chamber, its door of pure white curtains; its, guard a thought
A statue of white marble, a white flowing robe, a face lovely to behold
A Crown upon his brow, a bow in his hands
He is the Conqueror

A chamber, its doors of blood red curtains; its guard, a thought
A statue of sandstone, red grains polished into the likeness of a man
Red battle robes, a golden breast plate; a harsh face, terrible to behold
A sword in his hand, blood on its blade
He is War

A chamber, its doors of black curtains; its guard, a thought
A statue of yellowing bone, a skeleton of a man
Skin hangs from his bones; he carries a pair of scales
A coin in one bowl, and grain in the other
He is Famine

A chamber, its doors of pale white, tinted with green; its guard, a thought
A statues of black stone, a flowing robe, faceless and yet known by all
A wooden shaft; a steel, curved blade reaches sideways from the top
A tooth of silver in the night
White fingers grasp the handle, bleached and shining
A window; a silver light pierces the gloom
It illuminates the fourth rider
He is Death

A chair is placed affront each statue
Their owners are elsewhere, among the children of God
The four curses placed upon he placed upon his people
To plague them, until the day they will ride their mounts once more
Across the sky, at the dawn of Earthâ??s end
The anAntichristthe false religion, the false messier
The bringer of war and destruction
The bringer of famine and unfair trade
The harvester of human souls

All curses haunt our world; and yet they are spirits of heaven, so that they may not turn against their master