Peepholes, Are like sinkholes, Slip you a 2 ply, For you're drooling poo, eww, Shit facing the gates in hell! it's pitting your justification Was not my decision, We all make the beds we sleep in. Make someone's bed, Go ahead! Make them bleed by your hands! Then when, Your beds made, Even if a full life you lived, You die of old age, Got even with your resentful rage, From all your wicked ways! Hairs lacking, Skin sagging, bone aching age! Even then, Before the gates, you are seeing, Look around and see, I'll be not in your facility, I'll be happy, free of pain, Haters and emotional abuse, No, more scamming liars, no more evil soul beaters, No tweaking yelling fighting fire with bigger fires! Not even darkness, no no, no more knitting lurking peephole sucking down the crusty scum-eating beings! You're so heinous! your all are haters While we still are lovers! You are vicious in your misery While we are victorious in His Glory! You're torn and heinous souls dark cold sold and forgotten While we are reborn in his whole form in warm forgiveness! Your torment the fun out off tormenting people of their past, I scoff back to remind you of your future! Know that a 100 years, even yet 100 million living years, In comparison to eternity, it's not even practicable, practical nor unfathomable! The sick will be healed! Wicked will be stricken!! Evil will never reveal! Hell is the place you face! On Earth, you can fill your place of ego! Scratching Your ways to the 'First place space!' TAKE it! Take what you came in this world, as the same shall you will go! Besides, who wants first place?! I'm already Grand Prize! Don't believe me? Why not? Do you not you the father of lies? Your worth is as valuable as money, Worthless if you have no law-driven soul Why no love to reduce? Is it because you dish out the judgments yet never been able to find it in the first place, outlining the abuse?