If a man lost compassion,
He soon loses heart.
And if then no heart,
His soul ventures too.
Beyond broken fences into darkened fields,
Atop worlds in turmoil aside plans now sealed
His spirit soon leaves,
Then truth is revealed.
This man who sought riches,
And dragons did slay,
Descends into pits,
Where gnashing of teeth and thirst burns unquenched,
While punishments sanctioned are squandered and spent.
His soul pleads forgiveness and screams in real fear,
As chamber doors seal firm and brass locks adhere.
The deep dust and grey soot somewhere from his past,
Flows swift streams of lost deeds, false covenants cast.
Uncovered tin schillings without worth he seeks,
His soul’s crushed salvation and body now weak,
As disarmed bleak spirits are thrown into vats,
Which siphons his present then shackles his past.
And once those great iron gates, moored heavy and strong,
Bury lost souls beneath Satan’s throne.
This pit which we spoke of, is oh yes so real,
And once life’s grand doors close,
His sins lost are sealed.