Is it within, without, was it always
someone else’s tool that they used
to abuse, confuse and cruise their
hate through another’s quick crisis.
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Hell hath no fury? Give them hell.
Hell is – other people said Sartre,
The road to hell is paved with –
good intentions. I felt like hell; are
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just the many man made ways we
use a word that holds the world in
contempt; forgets to tell of the one
who came to hell and withstood its
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snares, despair, and vile wares.
He sparred as he harrowed hell
on a lonely hillside, braved alone,
and faced the dreadful darkness down.
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He attacked it within and as death
lost its power. he cowered it across
the land, until hell punched the air
with joy over the sealed dark tomb.
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Dead, he harrowed evil o’er and more,
til he rose above the empty grave,
and hope erupted, gilding the day
and building a way for you and for
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me to crush and push and thrust
hell, hushing its voice in a troubled
land and hassling it in our hearts
to pulse anew with joy and grace.
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To seek it, wreak it, break it and
there in the darkest moment we
will find the candle set there by
a loving, grieving pearl of God.
