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If they could get a look at Hell,
Then would they be convinced?
I doubt it.
The power of self-deception lies
In one’s belief he knows
All about it.
So what is there to do for those
Who tread destruction’s path
To fiery lake?
How do we wean from serpent’s milk
That draws them ever on
In devil’s wake?
Our weapons, mighty, are but two:
The Word and earnest prayer.
For time is running faster now;
Be diligent before
It’s too late.