Hell

Hell, you ask?
Well, let me tell you, little boy.

Hell is an imaginary thing,
Simply a thing the mind uses to toy.

Look around you, you'll see it,
This thing we call hell.

Here, on earth, this is true hell.
Every thing, including the church bell.

How could it not be hell, with murder,
Jealousy, and the greatest hate?

This is it, my dear boy,
This is your fate.

And Satan? Well, look in the mirror.
You see him every day.

We made up Satan, a reassurance.
A hope that for our sins we won't pay.

We justify our actions through
Our stories of Satan and Hell.

When really, neither are truly real.
They are our earth, our drinking well.

Now boy, you tell me,
Is it worth living in Hell?