What You Can't Do In Hell

If you enjoy the life of sin
Then you will head straight to hell,
If this is the life you choose
Have I got a lot to tell.
There are some rules you must follow
Because you know Satan rules,
Hell is the one place he wants you
That's why he offers his sinful tools.

But there are some things that apply
And things you will have to learn,
So you better think twice
Before you get where you will burn.
Stop, drop and roll does not work
Once you get to hell,
That is one helluva fire, you can't put out
Even with a pail.

Oh and by the way,
There's never a cold day there,
So you better get to thinkin
If you even have a care.
And if you ask for ice water
He'll just laugh in your face,
If you're looking for paradise
You've come to the wrong place.

There's only one set of rules you need
If you want to through the pearly gates,
Don't think you have plenty of time to use them
Because it may be too late.
You never know when God is going to call on you
And take you from this Earth,
Because He has loved and cared for you
Since the day of your birth.

So take up the Good Book
And make sure your name is in The Book of Life,
Read a chapter a day and pray as a family
With your children and your wife.
Don't take life for granted
And pray against all temptation,
So that you can get to heaven
In the pillowy Plantation.

Ummmm WOW Robert - I-------hmmmmmmmmmm speechless?? I will leave it at that.........very powerful write - It's e-mail worthy...

Thank you to the only one who thought anything of it...I appreciate it.

Powerful indeed!

Thank you Jason...I forgot to mention something about a snowball's chance in there.

Well it looks like your creating a snowball effect here with me.



Here
Eve
Adam
Ventured
Eden's
Nectar

&

Here
Everyone
Lives
Lost

Some people believe they travel GOD'S highway. Just to live on a highway to hell through their truths.
Nice poem Robert.

Name's BrooklineBaby, and you're welcome.

I knew who you were smartybritches.

Didn't forget you Robert-I wasn't on all weekend. Are you on a roll or what?

It seems like it doesn't it? It's just that when I am at work and I am in the last hour, I get all inspired with only minutes to spare before I get off work, and then I have two or three poems to bring home to post.