The Body of Hell: A Journey Through Fire and Redemption

In the heart of the earth where darkness resides, a body lies in endless cries. Shaped like a man yet full of dread, with chambers of torment for the dead. Each breath it takes is filled with flame, as the souls of the lost cry out in shame. From head to toe it stretches wide, in endless depths where hope has died.

Hell has a body like a human form, laying on her back where the fires are born. With chambers of torment, pain untold, it's a place of wrath for hearts grown cold. From head to heel, the cries don't cease, a place where mercy finds no release. Hell has a body vast and wide, and many souls are trapped inside.

Her hands reach out with fiery chains, each chamber echoes with endless pains. From feet of fire to eyes that weep, she swallows souls into the deep. Her breath is flames, her mouth agape. No one can flee, no one escape. For those who chose the path of sin, she holds them tight, she pulls them in.

But don't you hear the warnings now? The Saviour calls, with love He bows. He gave His life so you'd be free, from this body of death, this dark decree. Yet still she waits, her chambers grow, for every soul that did not know.

Hell, hell, Hell has a body like a human form, laying on her back where the fires are born. With chambers of torment, pain untold, a place of wrath for hearts grown cold. From head to heel, the cries don't cease, a place where mercy finds no release. Hell has a body vast and wide, but Jesus calls, come to my side.

Hell has a body but grace can save. Run to the cross, escape the grave. Her chambers of torment need not be your fate, for in Christ's arms, it's not too late.