a poem

Go to a place where your day is night and the end of all thing is in sight
go to a place where fire and brimstone sting your nostrils with there blite
be free in the notion your going to hell and let go of your meaningless chatter
be free in the notion you've got no one else and the life you tresured is lost
don't go to the budha for answers, he'll lead you down meaningless paths
don't go to mohammed for answers, he'll lead to dead ends and rot
but go to the one who's power is real and who holds all the earth in his hands
go to the one who's justice is true and faithfulness stands firm to the end
let his grace be sufficient for you.