The Prison House of Despair!

Hell! The prison house of despair'
Here are some of the things that won't be there.
No flowers will bloom on the banks of hell
No beauties of nature we love so well.
No comforts of home, music, and song,
No friendship of joy will be found in the throng.
No children to brighten the long, weary night,
No love nor peace nor one ray of light.
No blood-washed soul with face beaming bright,
No loving smile in that region of night.
No mercy, no pity, pardon nor grace,
No water, O God, what a terrible place
The pangs of the lost no human can tell,
Not one moments ease - there is no rest in hell!

Hell, the prison house of despair,
Here are some of the things that will be there.
Fire and brimstone are there we know,
For God in His word have told us so;
Memory, remorse, suffering and pain,
Weeping and wailing, but all in vain.
Blasphemers, swears, haters of God,
Christ-rejectors while here on earth trod.
Murders, gamblers, drunkards and liars,
Will have their part in the lake of fire;
The filthy, the vile, the cruel, and the mean,
What a horrible mob in hell will be seen!
Yes, more than humans on earth can tell,
Are torments and woes of eternal hell!
                         -- Author Unknown