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Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Ode to the concept of Hell as a place of eternal suffering;

The ultimate blasphemy of a loving God.

David S. Ayliffe Saturday, 13 April 2002

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Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Repent or be damned!

The preacher cries.

Sweet the child's face in the midst of the flames,

So silent his screams, as silent his games.

Four years old this little boy slain,

Tortured now - forever in pain.

His mother asks why? She can't understand?

The answer is simple. All in God's plan.


Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Repent or be damned!

The preacher cries.

In the Bible they say there's answers for all.

With peace and joy and all to enthral.

But the woman's breast aches

As her mother's heart breaks

For the loss of a son who died without peace,

Her tiny boy whose strife will not cease.


Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Repent or be damned!

The preacher cries.

God's ministers preach of the wonderful love

Of the Saviour who came from heaven above.

He bore our sins on his back on the tree,

And he died of his love for you and for me.

He died for a people who did not deserve

His actions, our life, there to conserve.


Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Repent or be damned!

The preacher cries.

Such love, so great, is beyond what I know,

I cannot conceive that God loves me so.

It's a story so great, it stills our breath,

Gives meaning to life and even to death.

Yet mother's tears fall down to the earth,

As her agonised child suffers new birth.


Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Repent or be damned!

The preacher cries.

Now the Commandant God stands in the tower

Watching the pain of an infinite hour.

Where suffering continues on without end,

There's no room for mercy, no souls to tend.

Auswich was cruel, yet terribly kind

Compared to justice so horribly blind.


Hells Bells And Flaming Lies

Repent or be damned!

The preacher cries.

A Mother rises, stands up from the plaque,

Which now she sees as her dear son's ark.

"My God's name" she cries out "is LOVE"

"My son is kept in the womb of the dove."

Hell cannot be the place that blasphemes,

The nature of God who loves to extremes.

Be damned to the message

The preacher cries!

 

David S. Ayliffe

Executive Director - Australia



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