The Immortality of the Trinity’s Adoration of Lost Souls

The bliss of all the saints in Heaven is

Piss poor when set against the searing pain

Of those in Hell.  God loves and loves.  Gee Whizz,

Though, what about the agony, that stain,

Eternal filthy stain upon that love

Which rises from the pit of raging fire

Around the yelling spirits?  From above

No respite is sent down.  God’s restless ire

Rains dark upon them, ravaging each soul

With Jesus’ endless love and mercy in the form

Of trillion Farenheit Goddoom.  A pole

Or trident wielded from a devil storm

Is gouged in suffering souls.  Each red hot gash

Reveals God’s loving in an orange slash.

~  Phillip Whidden