Hell will be full of good people.
Filled to the brim with good intentions.
We will see our friends and neighbors there,
And wonder, “Why are they here? They were genuinely nice…”
Hell will be full of people we like,
Or more so, people like us.
Who looks so clean on the outside,
And have wandered innocently,
And wallowed quietly,
In the deep darkness of shame, guilt and sin.
In Hell we will recognize faces
We will understand motivations
We will see our selfishness
And we will finally find the separation we’ve been pursuing our entire lives.
And it will hurt, understanding what it truly means to be severed from love.
Hell is what we deserve; it is where we belong.
We will be, in the most sickening sense, unified in division and regret,
For man will finally realize the consequences of His decisions one moment too late.
And for those of us who escape:
Let us not forget,
That we once found fellowship among the damned;
And let us save whomever we can…
For time draws short…
One choice can make a man…