“THE MAP OF HELL”

Her way of life emit an offense smell of corruption,
So easily she parts her legs like ‘Red Sea’ for men.
She is as beautiful as a righteous soul,
But her beauty is the root of men’s sexual immorality;
Her skin is as soft as sin, but clothed in lust.
She is as wise as a serpent, and once bitten twice die,
Her words are seductive art of eloquence.
She speaks the word of truth but paired with lies,
Her eyes are lust-inducing and her physique as hot as hell.
She is a symbol of perfected beauty, but a complete “Map of Hell,”
Her path is plated with gold, yet leading to perdition.
She is as glittering as a sepulcher made of granite marbles,
And you wish you were dead just to be laid with her;
But in her lies the filthy relics of the field of Golgotha.
She wins men’s souls with ease in her church evangelism,
But her beauty escorts them to a private hell.
She is God’s blessing to her parents, but a curse to humanity,
Her beauty is the idol of men’s idolatry in their hearts.
Men bow before her shrine and do homage to her beauty,
Seeing her beauteous form even old men turn to immoral love.
Her beauty persuade the eyes of men to see without an orator,
But she see not the evil her beauty vent out of her pores.
She’s delicate and refined in her manner, yet a poor choice of wife.
She’s never broken a promise or reneged on a deal,
Though her words are not bankable, even Satan calls her liar.
Her beauty carries death and hell follows her wherever she goes,
Yet she is as bright as paradise but an “Updated Version of Hell.”

O’, I have gaze upon the unclothedness of Abigail,
And have committed the sin of self-pollution.
I must seek out a catholic church and a priest to make my confession
That I may not be found in the updated version of hell if I must be in hell,
But even the priest confessed of her hold on him;
I wonder whose heart will this lovely damsel not twist into knot?
Abigail is so beautiful that all men have lust for her,
For to remain pure before God is to go blind against Abigail’s beauty;
But even the blind regain their sights in the presence her beauty.

O’, Abigail, the glamor of your exalted beauty would cover up
A multitude of gross, vulgar practices, cruelties, barbarities,
Sin, oppression, crimes, and act of misgovernment
Beneath the grandeur of your splendid appearance.
But, alas, Abigail, you are your own containment and destruction,
For in you are found all the souls lost to hell, for you are hell;
And to the very ninth ring of Dante’s inferno you shall be.

Warning: If you are planning on taking a stroll through hell, I strongly recommend you use a map, Abigial—The Map of Hell.

Composed by: Prince Light-Cheerful Briggs.
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