OOps too Late
Oh NO Darling, you cannot run, you're now confined with agony
The gates have shut, there's no escape, and there's no sympathy
You surrendered your soul to burn in hell when you were in your glory
Now you face the fire beneath, rancor, grief and fury
Don't call out for "water", cause you'll find none here
The only dampness in the air is that of sweat or tear
The sounds of the flames whipping your flesh, the hissing of the snakes, the moans
All feature in the misery you'll endure for your earthly loans
Satans offerings were just credit, you haven't really scored
To be in peace forever after ~plead your wishes to the Lord.