The Lifted Fire Of Hell Poem by Antonio Liao

soul tasted like incense, crack and burn
with lasting fire on the oven of hell;
smell the scented fumes of halo, the
whole bush of fire relinquish like water
in the ocean of tranquility

behind the scene of infinity one
soul can show-off down the heat of hell,
the immortality of breath diffuses the
angry fire of hell, letting the entire
ghetto of transformation be lighted
to the glory of God

the pollen be the wind of birth of every
soul that repent, as the grain of salt
brings joy to the lips that thirst, may
the wind beneath the clouds be the
clouds that shelter the souls in purgatory

abide the glory of the angels and let
every tongue proclaim that our time is
at hand and as we inherited the zeal of
everlasting life, eternity begins