Frozen Hell Poem by C.F Francis

The deep dark abyss is
Cold drafted and numb
The misery is not what
We though.
Not hot or steamy
But is a freezing hell.
Quiet noise of the listed
Members are streamed in their
Sinned tagged cells.
Frozen heat blow towards
Them;
But only one
Who calls His name.
Then He appeared towards him
In a pure cloudy white robe
With His golden crown.
Hell stood still…cooled.
The man was sent up to his rightful place
And hell stood still.