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I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel
sometimes a hell dwells within myself.
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel
sometimes a hell dwells within myself.
Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.
Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
If you're going through hell, keep going.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
