Esoteric Truth-seeker: HELL [a poem]

This should not be news for you, my pal

But if you don’t know it by now, we are in Hell

And here we shall dwell
Until everything is well

Since the beginning we were unfit

To walk on the spiritual grit
Thus we are in this quarry pit
To make everything fit

Only through hard labour and sweat

Can our stagnation be offset
Thus we pay our debt
And get rid of all regret

Every rock we chisel must be square

And based on everything fair
To be a proper stair
That will never need repair

Those blocks that forms our foundation

Must be strong to hold our spiritual creation
They must stand through every incarnation
And last to the end of our salvation

Only the strongest granite will withstand

All the tempests that are planned
To test you by the Devil’s command
While spirit holds your hand

It is not easy to build your house on rock

But this path of thorns we must walk
We must overcome every stumbling block
So that every grain of evil can unlock

Here, Evil is the king and ruler of form

And while you do not conform
Your soul will lead you through every storm
To where you will eventually be warm

While our going is tough under earthly Kings

And we run around in rings
What can I say about these things?
“Lord, give me wings?”

Esoteric Truth-seeker