From: street@shellcrash.com   
      
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   They say God lives where light begins,   
   Above the stars, above our sins—   
   A kingdom high, beyond our sight,   
   Reached only through a harder fight.   
      
   But hell is patient, low and wide,   
   Just six feet deep on either side.   
   No ladder needed, just the fall—   
   No need to rise, no need to crawl.   
      
   You choose:   
   The flame, the ash, the fire’s kiss—   
   A body turned to smoke and mist.   
   Maybe in that burning flight,   
   Your soul escapes into the night.   
      
   Or earth reclaims you, cold and slow,   
   The coffin shuts, and down you go.   
   A soul still tethered to the ground,   
   Too late to run, too lost to sound.   
      
   Does smoke reach heaven when it climbs,   
   Or vanish like forgotten rhymes?   
   Does soil weigh heavy on regret,   
   A darker home for all we let—   
   Slip through the cracks, the days we waste,   
   The mercy we refused to taste?   
      
   God is far. You’ll strain to see.   
   The road is long. The climb ain’t free.   
   But hell? It waits. It knows your name.   
   It opens wide. It plays no game.   
      
   So rise, or rot—decide your end.   
   Smoke or soil. Burn or bend.   
   But know this truth before you sleep:   
   You won’t fall far—hell isn’t deep.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)