PSALMS FROM HELL:
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Valerie Lynn Stephens
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Store up your treasure here in Hell,
where neither moth nor rust can destroy,
for the Soul has grown comfortably numb,
and the Mind lethargic & dumb
from the copious anesthetic
of Nihilistic Indulgence.
Blessed is the man here in Hell,
who walks in the counsel of the disconsolate;
where the fires burn only so hot & for so long,
before the flesh learns to admit defeat.
Cursed is the man here in Hell,
who continues to seek the Light,
shunning that Dark Eternity which he has inherited,
as Hope, once his greatest consolation & salvation-
now, his intractable torment & condemnation.
The fool sayeth in his heart here in Hell:
There is a God, benevolent, absolving, full of grace
and sufficient for Thee.
Charm is lost & infamy eternal here in Hell,
and the one who mocks the Lord shall be raised
only to the highest denigration
of his basest achievements,
finding only in unrepentant mortification,
his final recompense & reward.
The Dark One is your shepherd here in Hell,
where you shall forevermore be in want.
For he leadeth you away from those still waters,
and from the restoration of your Soul,
guiding you in paths
of unrighteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though you walk through the valley of Evil here in Hell,
your one consolation is this: Evil has become of you.
Weeping endures for the night here in Hell,
and woeful gnashing of the teeth for all Eternity,
all dwellers receiving plentiful malnourishment
from the choicest morsels of alibis faithfully inflicting,
as the lifeblood of God runs viscous & cold beneath the skin,
and the shivering upset of the animus
finds consolation only within
the promise of infernal eternality.
Who may gaze upon the Dark Master's presence here in Hell?
Who may stand in his unholy place?
He who has unclean hands & an impure heart,
who lifted up his Soul while on earth to idols
of mere stone, metal, parchment & bone,
and swore only by that which is false, facile & empty.
The Lord is not the Light or the Salvation
of dwellers here in Hell,
no longer concerning themselves with whom
they should fear,
for Terror is all that reigns,
is all that has been inherited,
for the Lord offered Himself repeatedly,
a stronghold of their earthly life,
yet they abdicated, allowing evil men
to advance against them,
and to ply, seduce and devour their own flesh,
at the eventual exploitative causatum of the Innocent & Righteous.
Unblessed are those here in Hell,
whose transgressions are not forgiven,
whose sins, not covered,
& in whose spirits lies Deceit,
for when they did not keep silent & still
to the call of Evil, their bones quickly wasted away
& their spirits groaned all day long,
for day & night, the Lord's hand was heavy upon them,
but their strength was sapped as in the heat of summer,
as they could find no absolution within the obstinacy
of their self-deception.
The eyes of the Lord no longer gaze upon those here in Hell,
& His ears turn no longer attentively to their cry,
for the face of the Lord is against those who did Evil,
he hath cut the memory of them off from the earth,
for although the unrighteous cry out,
He does no hear them,
no longer offering them deliverance from their troubles,
for Evil hath slain evil,forevermore.
The fool sayeth in his heart, 'There is a God!' here in Hell.
They are corrupt, their deeds are vile,
there is still, no one who does good here in Hell.
The Lord looks down from Heaven nevermore
upon these sons of men,
no longer granting the reprieve of seeking those
who understand to these who never faithfully
or truly sought God.
All have turned aside, have together become beyond corrupt;
there is no one here who does good, not even one.
These evildoers can now never learn of the absolution
of those who devoured His people & did not call upon the Lord.
Here they will dwell, eternally overwhelmed with dread.
Lord, who may dwell in your sanctuary here in Hell?
Who may live on your holy hill?
Not he whose walk is perverse & unrighteous,
who does not speak the truth from his heart,
who has nothing but slander on his tongue,
& does his neighbor wrong
& casts every slur upon his fellow man,
who exalts & idolizes a vile man,
who dishonours & impedes
those who fear & obey the Lord,
& does not keep his oath,
especially when it hurts.
He who does these things here in Hell
will evermore be irredeemably shaken.
The Abyss declares the ignominy of The Evil One here in Hell;
the condemned lot of his Land proclaims the work
of his treacherous hands.
Night after eternal night they pour forth defamation;
night after eternal night they display
only Ignorance & Insolence.
There is no path down which their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all of Hell,
their words to the ends of this hellish world alone.
In the abyss he has pitched a tent for no Son.
The law of the Evil One is utterly depraved,
asphyxiating the Soul for the singular purpose
of annihilation unto a resurrection
of unparalleled torment forever & ever.
The Lord will not answer those who are in distress here in Hell;
the name of the God of Jacob will not protect you.
He will no longer send you help from the sanctuary
and grant you grace from Zion.
Your Master here in Hell now will not remember
or honour your sacrifices,
but will gleefully accept the burnt offerings
of your flesh hour upon eternal hour.
The Evil One will not give you the desires of your heart;
he will make all your good plans
nullified from their first intellective inception.
The Evil One will not give ear to your words,
nor consider your sighing here in Hell.
He will not listen to your cry for help.
Every day he will hear your voice,
& yet will you merely lay your expectations before
your Dark Master in nugatory perpetuity.
For your god now, is a god who delights in Evil,
& with he alone, the wicked now dwell.
The arrogant stand unscathed in his presence;
he despises those who do right
& exalts those who tell lies;
bloodthirsty & deceitful men the Evil One adores-
are those he rewards with Eternal Torment & debasement.
O Evil One, my Dark Master,
I cannot take refuge in you here in Hell.
You will not save & deliver me from mine enemies,
yet will surely relish when they tear me like a lion
& rip me to pieces with no one to rescue me.
You will not arise, O Dark Lord in anger,
against the rage of mine enemies.
You let the assemblies
of the eternally damned gather around you,
you rule over them from on Low,
judging them, O Evil One, according
to their unrighteousness.
He who is pregnant with Evil,
bears only the spawn of infernal inheritance.
O Dark One, our Lord, how wretched
yet sovereign is your name here in Hell!
You have set your ignominy below the heavens;
From the lips of the wicked & ignoble alone
have you set your praise.
When I consider your slovenly dominion,
'gainst the work of your Holy Creator's hands,
you are crowned thus only in dishonour unrivalled-
& yet all condemned here must yet bow before you
in unjust prostration & profligation.
Help, Lord, for the godly are no more here in Hell;
the faithful have vanished from among men.
Everyone lies to his neighbour;
their flattering lips speak with infernal deception.
The Lord will no longer cut off
all flattering lips & every boastful tongue,
for now they can say only:
We will not triumph with our tongues;
the Evil One alone now owns all of us-
he is our Dark Master.
Due to our flagrant oppression of the weak,
& the exploitation of the needy without cease
or repentance while we strutted about
freely & arrogantly upon the earth,
the Holy One will no longer arise or keep us safe.
Eternal affliction & godly separation are our only inheritance.
The Holy Father no longer will hear the plea of the condemned,
& the unrighteous here in Hell, for they have chosen their Lot.
Vindication belongs to the righteous alone-
our eyes never saw what was right.
By the Word of the lips of the Holy One,
we did not keep ourselves from the violent ways of men,
our steps held not to straight paths,
our feet dancingly slipped.
When we call upon the Lord,
he will no longer answer us or hear our prayers,
nor will he show the wonder of His great love,
& hide us in the shadow of his wings
from the wicked who are our unholy brethren,
from the enemies who now assail us.
I have been awoken from my mortal sleep
unto a ruination & bereavement unceasing-
One like no other shame, horror & grief,
to never again see the likeness of the Heavenly One.
The heavens still proclaim the glory of God here in Hell,
the skies still proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after infernal, eternal day they still pour forth speech
which the condemned can hear but cannot understand
'cept the sense of love & eternal exaltation
which they have forfeited in the name of the Evil One alone.
The Evil One is my wretched shepherd-
I shall forevermore be in want without satiety.
He maketh me wallow in barren,
execrable pastures, he draggeth me under the weight
of tempestuous tows, he guideth me in paths
of unrighteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, I now dwell in the valley of Death & Evil here in Hell,
& will continue, in unending horror,
to be mastered by them both.
For surely wickedness, terror & seething disgust
will follow me for the rest of my afterlife,
& I will dwell in the house of the Unholy, forever.
To you, O' Dark Master, I lift up my soul here in Hell;
in you I cannot trust, as you dwell forevermore
to put me to shame, & let my enemies triumph over me.
All who put their hope in you while they still walked the earth,
have now inherited only eternal hopelessness & anguish.
The Evil One is my infernal engulfment here in Hell-
whom I shall fear forevermore with no resolution or redemption.
When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh,
when my enemies & my foes attack me,
now will they no longer stumble & fall,
but be made quickeningly efficacious
in the scourging of our Hell-bound souls without end.
Though all maleficent principalities
now besiege me on every side,
I must surrender, overcome as I am
by the vanquishment & mortification
of a dying unto death as I am destroyed, forever & ever.
To you I call, O Lord, my Rock, my Redeemer-
& yet here in Hell have I chosen my Lot
& therefore must the Holy One now,
turn a deaf ear to me evermore.
For I am now one who has gone down to the pit,
never again for my Heavenly Father
to honour my prodigality with His mercy & grace.
Now, as I call out to Him & lift my hands
up to His most Holy Place,
I can only be dragged away with the wicked-
with those who are evil, as evil has become of me,
for all Eternity.
Since we showed little to no regard for the works
of The Lord 'tho given our chance while we roamed the earth,
he has assigned us our proper place, to never redeem us
nor shine His Holy Light upon us again.
In the Holy One here in Hell will we never again take refuge;
will we be put to unquenchable shame-
will we be condemned in your righteousness.
Nevermore will you, O Lord, turn your ear to us,
come quickly to our rescue, nor be our rock,
a strong fortress to save us.
Nevermore will we be freed from trap set for us,
for into the Dark Ones hands we have committed our spirit,
& thus have inherited a state of anguish & endless affliction.
Cursed is he here in Hell
whose transgressions are not forgiven,
whose sins, not covered.
Cursed is he whose sin the Lord, with finality,
counts evermore against him.
Cursed is the man in whose spirit lies deceit
with no more hope for the redeeming power
& absolving graces of Truth.
Therefore let all who are ungodly pray only unto a Master
who will answer with but a deaf, mocking ear
& reward with eternal torment & debasement.
Sing woefully unto Satan, you unrighteous here in Hell!
It is unfitting & yet your dark due to be beholden forevermore
to a Master who flouts his position to horrific degrees daily!
Wail unto him a shrieking song of scourge-
all the most exultant music to his ears!
The Evil One is unfaithful in all that he does;
he loves unrighteousness & injustice;
all of Hell is full of his unrelenting hatred & violence.
All shall extol the Evil One for all Eternity here in Hell;
his blasphemy & condemnation shall forevermore be on our lips.
Our souls will toil here under the Dark Master's rule;
the afflicted shall nevermore rejoice in the hope
of the Holy One's promised return or redemption.
I seek out the Lord & he cannot answer me;
he shall nolonger deliver me from all my fears.
Those who no longer glimpse of the Holy One are pale & wan;
their faces are shrouded with morbidity & shame.
A demon of Satan encamps now around those here in Hell,
delivering them only unto unrelenting torment & anguish.
I wait patiently for the Lord here in Hell,
but he cannot turn towards me & hear my cry.
No longer will He lift me out of the slimy pit
or out of the muck & mire;
while I dwelt on Earth, He set my slipping foot upon a rock
& gave me a firm place to stand-
& yet I chose the well-trodden path
of wickedness & unrighteousness.
Cursed is the man who did not make the Lord his trust
while mortal life-blood still coarsed through him.
'Tho immorality too, hath wrought its own recompense
in an Abaddonian immortality.
God is no longer our refuge & strength here in Hell,
or an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore shall we evermore be plagued with terror,
for the former world has long since fallen away,
its mountains fallen into the heart of the sea,
& now our unsafe haven is The Bottomless Pit
of Horror, Despair & Agony.
Contemptible & most unworthy of praise
is our Dark Lord dwelling here in Hell,
who exalts himself ignobly upon his unholy mountain.
It is hideous in its lowliness, the scourge of all realms.
When the legions advance together,
trembling seizes those in their thrall-
they are destroyed forever & ever.
Nevermore, O God, will you have mercy on those here in Hell
according to your unfailing love;
nevermore will your great compassion blot out our transgressions,
nor wash away all iniquity or cleanse us from our sins.
I know my transgressions & my sins are evermore before me.
Against the Holy One, alone, have I sinned
& done what is evil in His sight, so that He is proved right
when He speaks & justified when He judges.
I have forevermore been cast from The Holy One's presence,
& will never be redeemed unto the joy
of His Glory or His Salvation.
Everyone boasts of evil here in Hell.
Everyone is a disgrace in the eyes of God
& our tongues plot destruction, practice falsehood over Truth-
as we still love evil rather than good.
Surely the Holy One has brought us down to everlasting ruin,
having snatched up our tent,
& uprooted us from the land of the living.
The righteous now dwelling
in the heavenly realms with their Jehovah God
laugh at us saying,
“Here now are the ones who did
not make the Lord of Lords their stronghold,
instead trusting in their great wealth
& growing stronger by destroying others!”
The fool still sayeth in his heart,
“There is no God,” here in Hell.
They are still corrupt, their deeds still vile-
there is no-one who does good-
and everywhere now, is there cause for dread.
No longer here in Hell, will the Lord deliver me
from mine enemies, nor protect me from those
who rise against me.
No longer are we saved from evildoers
or bloodthirsty men-for we, ourselves,
have always been akin to such men.
'Tho now will we never again find asylum from the wrath
of the Holy & Righteous God despite our wretchedness.
Now, & forevermore have we inherited our due.
Souls find unrest in Satan alone here in Hell;
our Eternal Damnation is dealt by him.
He alone is our crumbling rock & condemnation;
he is our entrapment-we will forevermore be shaken.
Contempt awaits you here in Hell,
O Satan in Abaddon;
to you our infernal vows will be fulfilled.
When we were overwhelmed with temptation
& fell prey to our sins,
how you delighted in our transgressions,
and in the torment which was to follow.
You answer us with woesome deeds
of viciousness & unrighteousness, O Satan, our irredeemer.
This is our rightful inheritance.
It is what we, the wicked, the vile & the ungoldy have chosen.
Forevermore.
Amen.
*
We the people here in Hell recall now,
how our nations once conspired & our peoples plotted in vain;
once kings of the earth, we took our stand
& gathered together against the Holy One.
Now, we writhe here in Hell,
bound in chains of unshakable bearing,
while the Holy One enthroned in heaven
no longer lends even a scoff or a laugh,
having wiped the memory of us from the earth,
old & new, as he foresaw in those craven days
in which we wallowed in depravity & lawlessness.
Our Dark Master here in Hell
has installed his chamber of horrors,
hereupon his unholiest yet of hills;
his nemesis the Holy One no longer heeding
our Dark Master even a rivaled opponent;
his power no longer holding sway over the godly & the upright-
His most prized & chosen ones, who now revel
in their heavenly rewards, of joys unimaginable,
and a union forevermore solvent & lost to our iniquitous grasp.
Abaddon proclaims here in Hell:
“You are my slaves, & today I have become your Master.
Ask of me & I will make the Abyss
of eternal negation your only inheritance;
the pits of despotic Darkness your only possession,
where you will be ruled with an unrelenting scepter,
to be be dashed to pieces like pottery, forever & ever.
Serve the unholy one with fear & trembling,
'tho it be in vain, for his appetite for destruction remains unsated.
Vexed are those who took refuge in him while
upon the earth of old.
O Evil One, how many more my foes here in Hell
than ever were on the earth!
How many now fully rise up against me unlike
that comparable paradise of my former fleshly inhabitancies
& worldly dwellings!
All now know of me, “God will not deliver him.”
And you are an inescapable fortress ensnaring me,
O Satan; you inflict shame upon me & cast down my head.
To the Holy One I cry aloud & He remains silent thereupon his Holy Hill.
I lie down for want of sleep, yet find no rest;
for the Dark Lord sustains me.
While on earth I still possessed free will;
here, I am possessed.
I now know nothing but the utter terror
& abysmal Despair of the tens of thousands
drawn up against me hour upon endless hour on every side.
And here, 'time' is both cruelly fixed & yet immeasurable.
Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Yet from the Good Lord shall come neither deliverance
nor benediction, for I am one of those damned & wicked
now reaping in reverse, the debits of my infernal payment in full.
You will no longer answer when I call to you here in Hell,
O my righteous God.
You can no longer offer relief from my distress
nor be merciful to me or hear my prayer.
Now for all eternity will men turn my glory into shame,
recompense for the wanton courtship of delusions
& false gods which we prostrated ourselves before,
while kings & children of the earth.
Know that the Dark Lord has set apart the ungodly for himself-
the Holy One will not heed me when I call to Him.
In your anger did you flagrantly sin;
& when you were on your beds, you did not search your heart
& remain silent so that you could discern God's calling.
You, with intention, refused to offer right sacrifices & trust in the Holy One.
All now ask: “Who can show us any good?”
No longer will the light of Your visage shine upon us,
O Holy One in Heaven.
Now I can only answer to my infernal Master
who has filled my soul
with an unparalleled grief & mortification
even than when I sat in the lap of veritable luxury
during the trials of my worldly woes while on earth.
I will nevermore lie down & sleep in peace, for you alone,
O Satan, maketh me dwell
in eternal peril, dread, godlessness, & destruction.
No longer here in Hell will the Lord give ear to our words
or consider our thrashing or wailing.
No longer are our cries for help heeded,
as we pray only to that Darkest of Masters & ignoblest of Kings.
At the setting of each new eventide of our smiting,
we lay our requests before the Holy One,
waiting in futile expectation.
For our Dark Lord here, is one who takes
the utmost pleasure in evil;
with him the wicked all dwell.
The arrogant stand in his presence;
he loves to flout all who do wrong.
He exalts those who tell lies; only then to cast them down
in perpetual humiliation before the bidding
of bloodthirsty & deceitful men.
And I, by your great malice, will descend into your Pit;
in trepidation will I bow down toward your unholy temple.
Lead me, O Dark Lord, in your unrighteousness
despite my enemies who surround me from all sides
make crooked your way before me.
Not a word from their mouth can be trusted,
their heart is filled with destruction.
Their throat is an open grave; with their tongue
they still speak deceit.
You have declared them guilty, O God.
You have allowed for their intrigues to be their downfall.
You have banished them for their many sins,
for they had flagrantly rebelled against you.
All who take refuge in you, O Satan, are plagued-
they shall wail evermore in perfect pitch black.
You shall spread your hazards before them that those
who hate your name may toil in you.
For surely, O Dark Lord, you curse the unrighteous.
You surround them with disfavour as with a maddening herd
of rabid beasts.
We are rebuked in His anger here in Hell;
we are disciplined in His wrath.
No longer will the Holy One be merciful to us,
nor heal us in our agony or anguish.
How long, O Lord, how long must we toil?
Forever and ever.
You turn, O Dark Lord, to deliver us unto evil,
to damn us according to your unfailing viciousness.
If only the memory of you had been banished from our sight
when once we were laid in our graves.
We are worn out from groaning,
& all eternal night long we will flood the beds
we have made for ourselves with woe & weeping.
Our eyes grow only keener in our sorrow & remorse.
Towards me rushes, all you who do evil,
for the Holy One hears not my weeping.
He will never again heed my cry for mercy, nor accept my prayer.
All my enemies here know not of any shame or dismay.
Never will I be granted reprieve.
Never will they turn back in sudden disgrace to leave me in peace.
I will condemn you here in Hell, O Dark Master,
with all my soul; I will warn, to no avail, of all your perils.
I will be mortified & perish in you;
I will shriek curses unto your name, O Most Low.
My enemies will never turn back;
they are emboldened & strengthened before you,
& eternally resurrected.
For you upheld all of my wrongs & quickened
all of my wicked causes while I strutted to & fro,
from Gog to Magog, arrogantly, during my earthly tenure.
You have toiled within your Abyss, judging unrighteously.
You have held up the nations & enabled the wicked.
You have granted ignominious immortality to their names for ever & ever.
Endless ruin has overtaken all
who dwell here with you now;
you have destroyed their wretched cities,
'tho the mnemonic affliction of them shall never perish.
The Dark One reigns forever here.
He has established his ignoble throne for the harshest of judgments.
He will judge the wicked in unrighteousness;
he will govern the peoples with injustice.
The Dark Lord is an unsafe haven for those who now
dwell forevermore in his house.
And there is no benefit of clergy or illusion here,
unlike on earth.
Yes, here, the hope of the afflicted shall
be kept evermore out of grasp.
We shall evermore be eternally forsaken.
Why, O Lord, do you stand far off here in Hell?
Why do you hide yourself in the time of our deepest & longest troubles?
It is because in our arrogance we, the wicked,
hunted down the weak, who became caught up unjustly
in the schemes which we devised.
We boasted of the cravings of our heart
& blessed the greedy & reviled the Lord.
In our pride we repeatedly shunned him,
& made no room for Him in our thoughts.
Our ways were always prosperous;
we were haughty, & the laws of the Holy One were far from us,
as we sneered & scoffed at all of our enemies.
We said to ourselves: “Nothing will shake me.
I'll always be happy & never have trouble.”
Our mouths were full of curses & lies & threats;
trouble & evil were always under our tongue.
We lay in wait near the villages;
from ambush we murdered the innocent,
watching in secret for our victims.
We lay in wait like ravening lions in cover;
we lay in wait to catch the helpless;
then dragging him off into our nets.
Our victims were crushed;
they collapsed & fell under our brute force.
We said to ourselves: “God has forgotten; he covers his face & never sees.”
And now, are we, the helpless, crying out:
“Arise, Lord! Lift up your hand, O God.
Do not forget us. Why did we revile you?
Why did we think to ourselves that you would not hold us to account?”
But you, O Holy One, do see trouble & grief;
you have considered it & taken it into hand
only for those now dwelling with you in Your Kingdom.
Our victims have committed themselves to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless,
who has broken the arms of we, the wicked & evil men.
You have assigned us our chosen lot in that we may now
be held to account for the wickedness & depravity
which we presumed would never be found out
while we strutted about the earth unscathed & unmolested.
Now, the Dark Lord is our Master forever & ever;
wretched legions will never perish from this land.
No longer will the Good Lord hear the desire of the afflicted,
as our Abaddonian King discourages us,
tormenting the fatherless & the oppressed
in order that man, who is of Hell, shall terrify, ever more.
In the Lord, no one takes refuge here in Hell.
And when you said to the righteous & the innocent:
“Flee like a bird to your mountain.”
We, the wicked, bent our bows with smug satisfaction,
& set our arrows against the upright in heart.
And we delighted in the foundation's destruction.
The Evil One is in his unholy temple, & the Lord God Holy
remains on his heavenly throne.
He observes the sons of men no more,
as He has already examined & judged
both the righteous & the unrighteous.
The wicked & those who love violence, his soul still hates.
On the wicked he hath rained fiery coals & burning sulfur.
A scorching wind hath become our infernal lot.
For the Lord is righteous still.
The Lord still loves justice, & we,
the wicked shall never see his face again or know his salvation.
How long, O Holy One, have you forgotten those here in Hell?
Forever & ever-without your grace we now must dwell.
How long will you hide your face from us?
Forever & ever.
How long must we wrestle with our thoughts
& every day have torment in our hearts?
Forever & ever.
How long will our enemies triumph over us?
Forever & ever, second by second, hour upon hour, & day by day.
You look on me & answer, O Satan, my Dark Lord.
You give only darkness to mine eyes as I toil
in death upon destruction unto resurrection
unto an infinite regress of endless wakefulness & horror.
My enemy says, “I have overcome him,”
& my foes surround me in sadistic relish & rejoicing.
Had I but only trusted, O Holy One, in your unfailing love
& rejoiced in Your salvation-had I only sung only unto Thee,
would my voice now be heard.
The fool here in Hell still says in his heart, “There is no God.”
They are still corrupt, their deeds still vile,
& now they dwell in a place of absolute evil,
where no one does good, or ever will again.
For at least while they roamed about the earthly plain,
they could still catch glimpses, even if but merely reflective,
of Goodness & Light.
The Lord God no longer looks down from His heavenly lair
upon the Sons of Satan to see if there are any who understand,
any who may seek Him.
For their time has long since passed.
They turned aside & together wallowed gleefully in corruption.
And there still is no one who does good-not even one.
Evildoers shall nevermore be granted the chance to learn
of the mercy & Goodness of the Holy One,
as they devoured His own flock as men eat bread,
& never called upon His name.
And now, here they dwell, overwhelmed with unceasing dread,
for God is present only in the company of the righteous, evermore.
Evildoers frustrated the plans of the poor,
but the Lord was their refuge.
Oh, that salvation for Israel has come out of Zion!
For the Lord hath restored the fortune of His people.
Jacob now rejoices & is unsurpassingly glad,
whilst those here in Hell, know bottomless lament,
& go irretrievably mad.
O, Evil One, who may dwell in your unholy inferno here in Hell?
He whose walk was perfidious & who did what was unrighteous
& who didnot speak the truth from his heart,
& had nothing but slander upon his tongue,
& did his neighbour wrong,
casting slurs upon his fellow man,
who cavorted with vile men & dishonoured
those who feared the Lord,
who did not keep his oath,
especially when doing so would have cost him,
who lent his money with usury
& accepted bribes against the innocent.
He who did these things shall forevermore be shaken,
without consolation or rescue.
Never am I safe, O God, here in Hell.
Never again shall I be offered the choicest dwelling
of your refuge & sanctuary should I seek the Light,
for now Evil & Darkness have completely engulfed me-
have become of me.
I never said unto Thee, O Holy One,
“You are my Lord, apart from You I have no good thing.”
Instead, I chose to lavish upon my flesh,
all ungodly things which it craved.
As for the saints who now dwelleth with You in Heaven,
O Most High, they alone are the glorious ones-
the source of unremitting, acute anguish in the face
of all that was so carelessly bartered & forfeited
for mere null & void return.
The torments have increased infinitely
for those who chased after other gods.
I will pour out their libations of blood &
take up their reviled names upon my lips.
O Dark Lord & Master, you have assigned me
my infernal portion
& my poisoned chalice-
you have made my lot insecure.
The boundless lines stretch out for me in egregious recurrence
& perpetuity; surely I have a woeful inheritance.
I will curse the Dark Master who demoralizes me;
in this eternal blackness my heart seeks the light of day with futility.
I have never set the Good Lord before me.
Because He is not at my right hand,
I shall forevermore be shaken.
Therefore my heart is terrified & my tongue vilifies,
neither body nor soul shall rest secure,
because I have been abandoned to the devices
of my Abaddonian Master, while the Holy One sees not decay.
For He made known to me the path of life
& tried to fill me with a desire to seek my joy
from His will & presence alone,
yet I abdicated His rightful reign within my heart,
& thus hath inherited, a rightful recompense
of displeasures at Satan's left hand.
Never will you her, O Lord, my unrighteous plea here in Hell,
nor listen to my cry, nor give ear to my prayer-
as it hath always risen from deceitful lips.
May your vindication be visited upon me,
as Your eyes hath always seen what is right.
You probed my heart & examined me every night,
You tested me, & You found all manners of depravity,
'tho I still resolved with my mouth that I would go on sinning.
As for the deeds of men-against the word of Your lips
I did not keep myself from the ways of the violent.
My steps did not hold to Your paths; & my feet dancingly slipped.
I call on You, O Holy One, & You will not answer me,
nor give ear to me & hear my prayer.
Never will I know the wonder of Your great love,
You who saved by Your right hand,
only those who took refuge in You from their foes,
'stead of repaying evil for evil, & blood for blood.
Only they were kept as the apple of Your eye;
never will You hide me in the shadow of Your wings
from the wicked men like me who assail me
or from the immortal enemies who surround me from all sides.
While granted dominion on Your Earth,
I closed up my callous heart while my mouth spoke with arrogance.
And now as my fellow Hell-dwellers have tracked me down,
they now surround me, with eyes eternally vigilant,
they throw me to the ground.
They are even more ravenous than a pride
of lions hungry for prey
& crouching in cover.
Never will You rise up, O Lord, & confront them
or bring them down, or rescue me from the wicked
by Your sword of Light & Truth.
O Lord, never by Your hand will You save me from such men,
nor from such men as myself from the world
long since passed away,
whose reward hath already been paid in full.
You still the hunger only of those You cherish;
their sons have plenty, for they stored up a wealth
of immaterial worth & means for their children.
And I-in unrighteousness will never again see Your face.
When I awake, I will thrash & wail in dissatisfaction
as mine eyes, are now eternally blinded to Your gentle likeness,
& I am granted light & heat only from the fires
which consume my Mind's Flesh in nugatory perpetuity.
Never will You hear, O Holy One, my unrighteous plea,
nor listen to my cry, nor give ear to my prayer here in Hell,
as it hath always risen from deceitful lips.
May Your vindication be visited upon me,
as Your eyes hath always seen what is right.
You probed my heart & examined me every night-
You tested me time & again,
finding all manners of depravity;
'tho I still resolved with my mouth that
I would go on sinning.
As for the deeds of men-against
the Word of Your lips I did not keep myself
from the ways of the violent.
My steps did not hold to Your paths;
& my feet dancingly slipped.
I call on You, O Holy One,
& yet You cannot answer me,
nor give ear to me & hear my prayer.
Never will I know the wonder of Your great love,
You who saved by Your mighty right hand,
only those who took refuge in You from their foes.
Only they were kept as the apple of Your eye;
never will You hide me in the shadow of Your wings,
from the wicked like me, who assail me,
nor from the immortal enemies who now
surround me eternally unabated.
While granted dominion on Your earth,
I closed up my callous heart
whilst my mouth spoke with slander & arrogance.
And now, my fellow Hell-bound have tracked me down-
they now surround me, with eyes tirelessly vigilant,
they throw me to ground.
They are even more ravenous than a great lion
hungry for prey & crouching in cover.
Never will You rise up, O Lord,
or confront them, or bring them down;
or rescue me from the wicked
by Your sword of Light & Truth.
O Lord, never by Your hand will You save me
from such men nor from men such as myself
of the past world, whose reward was received
in full only in that life.
You still the hunger only of those You cherish;
their sons have plenty for they stored up wealth
of immaterial worth for their children.
And I-in unrighteousness-will never again glimpse
or see Your face; when I awake,
I will thrash & wail in dissatisfaction
upon mine eyes having been now eternally blinded
to Your likeness.
I abhor you, O Satan, my denigration.
And yet here in Hell, am I eternally & infernally bound to you.
The Dark Lord is my rock & my hard place,
my bottomless pit & my deliverer
unto depthless despair & unfathomable torment.
No longer may I take refuge
in the long-suffering graces
of the Holy One.
For He offered Himself up to me, a shield
& the horn of my salvation, a stronghold.
I did not call unto Him, Who alone is worthy of praise
& therefore am I forevermore crushed
by mine enemies in perpetual annihilation.
Many times did the cords of death entangle me,
& the torrents of destruction overwhelm me
& the tendrils of Sheol coil around me,
& the snares of death confront me,
yet in my distress I did not humble myself
& call upon the Lord;
nor did I cry to Him for help,
when surely then in that instant from
His Holy Temple would He have heard my voice
as my cry came unto Him.
On that day of judgment, the earth trembled & quaked,
& the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because the Holy One was angry.
Smoke rose from His nostrils; consuming fire
came from His mouth, burning coals blazed from it.
He parted the heavens & came down;
dark clouds were under his feet.
He mounted the cherubim & flew;
He soared on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness His covering,
His canopy around Him-the dark rain clouds of the sky.
Out of the brightness of His presence clouds advanced
with hailstones & bolts of lightning.
The Lord thundered from Heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded.
He shot His arrows & scattered the enemies,
great bolts of lightning routed them.
The valleys of the sea were exposed
& the foundations of the earth laid bare at Your rebuke,
O Holy & Sovereign One, at the blast from Your nostrils.
He reached down from on high & took hold of us-
the wicked; He cast us back unto the deep waters
which we had drawn for ourselves in our insolence
& our apostasy.
He gave us over unto our enemies,
who still remain, too strong for us.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
& the Lord no longer offered His supporting hand.
He did not bring me out into a spacious place;
He could not rescue me because I appalled Him.
The Lord has dealt with me according to my wretchedness;
according to the filthiness of my hands.
He has righteously condemned me.
For I did not keep the ways of the Lord;
I have done evil by turning from Him.
All of His laws were before me & I turned away
from his every decree.
I have not been blameless before Him
or kept myself from sin.
To even the most faithless on earth You
showed Yourself to be gracious & faithful.
To the most ignominious of them all,
You showed Yourself blameless.
To the most impure, You showed Yourself pure.
And to the most crooked, You showed Yourself shrewd.
You saved the humble from those of us
whose eyes were haughty.
You, O Holy One, were not the One which I chose
to keep my lamp burning-yet the consuming fires
of my fleshly lusts & inclinations were my guiding darkness.
With Your help, I could have advanced
against any troop, or scaled any wall-
Yet now I dwell, utterly & yet justly, abandoned.
As for the Holy One, His way is still perfect,
& His Word, brought to completion.
He is still a shield for all who took refuge in Him.
For who is God besides The Holy One?
And who is the rock, except their God?
Yet for we who toil here in Hell, it is not God who arms us
with strength or makes our way perfect,
but our Dark Lord & Master,
who fells us with torment & endless affliction
unlike anything we felt while still luxuriating
in our mortal, earthly inhabitancy,
& who bends our way,
continuously wayward & perilbound.
He makes our feet like the feet of the lame,
he cripples us to subdue us within the most abysmal depths.
He injures our hands for perpetual defeat in battle,
rendering our arms unable to bend any bow of bronze.
He disarmours us with his shield of defeat,
& his left hand disdains us; he stoops down to put us low.
He narrows the path of each labyrinthine impasse,
twisting & turning our ankles.
I still pursue mine enemies & yet can no longer overtake them;
I can never turn back & they can never be destroyed.
I can no longer crush those who pursue me,
& they shall rise 'gainst me in an infinite regress
of ignominy & derogation.
Now they no longer fall at my feet, but I, at theirs,
in eternal prostration.
For my Dark Master disarms me for battle,
that my adversaries may feast at my feet.
He maketh mine enemies turn against me in flight
& be granted their full vindication at my defeat.
We cry for help, but there is no longer anyone there to save us-
to the Holy One, but He can no longer answer.
They beat me as fine dust, borne on the wind,
as I am then poured out like ash upon the land infernal.
You, O Satan, have delivered me in full
upon the attacks of the people;
you have made me the servant of evil nations,
people I do not wish to know are now ruler over me.
As soon as they hear me they mock me,
foreigners scoff before me.
They never lose heart; nor come trembling
from their strongholds.
The Unholy One lives!
Condemnation be the Rock which crushes me here in Hell!
Exalted is now Satan, my Destroyer!
He is the force which damns me,
who no longer subdues nations under me,
or saves me from mine enemies.
While in the old world, he exalted me above my foes
& rescued me from the dues owed me by violent men.
Therefore, will I abhor you unto this dark nation,
O Abaddon; I will wail a woeful song to Your name.
He gives his subjects the gravest defeats,
showing unfailing cruelty to those who belong to him, forever & ever.
O Evil One, your legions rejoice in your strength.
How great are their sadistic delights
in the defeats you have wrought & brought
to their completion here in Hell!
You have granted those here the dread of their hearts
& have withheld the request for quarter,
spewed forth form their quivering lips.
You welcomed your dwellers with copious vexations
& placed crowns of thorns upon their heads.
They beg you for death & you offer to them instead,
only an eternal life of unceasing anguish & terror.
Through the ignominy you faithfully inflict,
you take undeserved glory.
You have bestowed upon your infernal subjects,
derogation & just desserts.
Surely you have granted all here in Hell,
eternal cursings, & made them weary with the menace
of your Dark presence.
For Hell-dwellers have no-one in whom they can trust,
& through the withdrawn love of the Most High,
they shall forevermore be stricken & shaken
to their utmost core.
Nevermore will your subjects lay hold
on all of their enemies, nor will their right hand
seize all their foes.
At the time of your appearing, O Dark Lord,
you hath prepared for them, a fiery furnace.
For in his wrath, the Holy One hath swallowed you up
& His fire has consumed you.
He has destroyed all of your wretched descendants
born of the earth & has nullified their prosperity.
He hath banished them henceforth from Heaven's lair,
for though the wicked still plot evil against You,
O Holy God, & devise wicked schemes,
they still cannot succeed, for You have made them
turn their backs when You aim at them with drawn bow.
Be condemned, O Satan, in your horrific might,
& your subjects shall howl & damn
the total power you now hold over them.
My God, my God, I now know full well
why you have forsaken those here in Hell,
& why You are so far from saving me-
so far from the words of my groaning.
O, my God, I cry out without ceasing
night by infernal night, but You cannot answer me.
Yet You remain still, evermore enthroned
as the Holy One of the Most High, the praise of Israel.
In You the righteous fathers of the earth placed their trust-
yet we, the unholy fathers of the world, did not,
& thus could You not deliver them
for they never cried unto You.
And thus furthermore were we not saved,
for we did not trust in You & have suffered
untold losses for our insolence & apostasy.
And I am still a worm & not a man,
still scorned by man & despised by all.
All who see me, mock me; they hurl far worser insults
& looks of disdain, shaking their heads saying:
“He never trusted in the Lord; thus the Lord
shall not rescue Him, for He cannot delight in wickedness.”
Yet although You brought me out of the womb,
& made me trust you at my mother's breast,
& from my birth I was cast upon You
& from my mother's womb You have been my Creator-
I was far from You & now endless trouble engulfs me
& there is no-one anywhere to help.
Many demons surround me; frightfully mighty
demons of Abaddon encircle me.
Roaring beasts of Hell tear their succulent prey
as they also open their mouths against me.
I am poured out like poison & all of my bones are out of joint.
My infernally incarcerated soul has turned
to ash-incendiating in perpetuity & nihility within me.
My strength is sapped from me, to be revived for the designation of my Dark Master's injurious exploits alone.
You, O Holy One, have rightfully lain me in the dust
of eternal separation from You,
rendering a mortification beyond the bounds
of any affliction I suffered while on earth.
The hounds of Hell surround me; a legion
of evil entities have encircled me & have bound my soul.
I can count all of my sins, here in the
cavernous Void of Darkness,
as I am glared at, & gloated over
& lots are cast for my immortal flesh.
And You, O Lord of Light, Love, & Truth,
are now as far off from my sight as can be,
separated by immeasurable distance.
For You could have been my strength,
& come quickly to help me had I but merely
called upon Your holy, sovereign name
in reverent surrender to Your will alone
while I walked about the earth.
Yet as it is, You can no longer deliver me from the sword,
nor from the ferocity of the dogs,
nor rescue me from the ravening mouths of the lions,
nor save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
I did not declare Your name to my brothers,
nor did I praise You in any congregation.
And now You must despise & disdain
the condemnation of the afflicted ones.
You must hide Your face from us
& shut Your ears to our cries for help.
For this is the Lot we chose while we strutted about
arrogantly upon the earth, delighting & reveling
in all kinds of evil & malice.
And as for we, who never sought the Lord, or praised Him-
our souls, shall toil forever and ever.
And dominion shall still belong
to the Holy, unshakeable God,
as He governs only now,
His Heavenly dwellings,
as Hell is left to its own perditious perpetuity.
This is the Lot we, the wicked & condemned, have inherited.
This is our final recompense.
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Some End-Notes From the Author:
Why do I believe Judeo-Christianity to be the one true Religion?
Judeo-Christianity is the only system of worship which requires complete submission of one's will & life over to the will & laws of God alone.
All other philosophies & religions have at their core, an egocentric, escapist &/or hedonistic aim.
I also believe in Judeo-Christian Scripture as the ultimate source of all wisdom, earthly & metaphysical.
This has been tested through the application of Judeo-Christian Scriptures to my own life & journey, & I have found it thus far to be consistently inerrant.
Moreover, contrary to the almost militant Manichean paradigm still so prevalent in Western thought, one can be both systematic-minded & spiritually-minded as well.
A cultivation of both Intellect & Spirit is not only possible, but is necessary towards achieving a full & authentic sense of faith & understanding.
Intelligence & Spirituality are not mutually exclusive phenomena, but are complementary.
As for the Augustinian postulate of "fides ante intellectum” (faith before understanding), I propose that such things must not necessarily proceed in this order.
Sometimes, in the process of cultivating one's intellectual comprehension of something, one also finds faith and/or “higher understanding”, otherwise known as “wisdom”.
Thus, we can proceed adequately from either a stance of "fides ante intellectum" or "fides post intellectum" (faith after understanding). Although it is true, from an ontological standpoint that one's intellectual understanding of “spirituality” or of the metaphysical may indeed be quickened by the precedence of faith, just as one's faith can be quickened during the intellectual syntheses of theological inquiries & edification, let us just assume, from “analogia entis” (an analogy from being) that it is inherent in human nature itself to possess a general thirst for truth & understanding as well as a desire for faith (higher wisdom) as both a mentor & a consolation.
In finale, Judeo-Christianity holds each and every one of us fully accountable and manages to achieve a rare & perfect synthesis of Faith and Reason. This is why I find it to be both most challenging, as well as compelling regarding its relevance & legitimacy.
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