House Of Sin

House Of Sin long poem

Photo by Nick Kenrick.

A grand old mansion on a hill
The stately manor stands there still
In the darkness of the night
Throughout the window came a light
On the veranda I did creep
To glowing window for a peek
To filthy pane I pressed my face
To peer beyond the curtain lace
Around the great room my eyes did roam
The king of sinners on his throne
All his minions and demons there
Dancing at this banquet fair
Oh the horror there I spied
In this place where goodness died
In my fright I turned to leave
But felt a hand upon my sleeve
Oh the touch was dead and cold
I shuttered to my very soul
The breath of death was on my face
I could not leave this evil place
My lord he said invites you in
Ah…welcome to the house of sin
Enter through the one way door
For you may leave here…. “nevermore!”

His icy grip upon my sleeve
I wanted to, but could not leave
My life was over, I knew for sure
As we entered through the one way door
The stench was foul, the smell of death
I couldn’t breathe I held my breath
The minions laughed the demons wailed
I tried to break his grip, but failed
He threw me to the filthy floor
Covered in a bloody gore
They pulled and poked and taunted me
All my sins were there, to see
The prince of darkness sat on his throne
Made of angel hair and human bone
With empty eyes and heart of stone
He spoke in tongues and evil tones
This is but the price, you must pay
For living in your sinful way
There is no ending once we begin
Ah’ welcome to the house of sin!

He rose on high up off his throne
His evil eyes, pierced my bone
Rise up sinner, off your knees
He said, ignoring all my pleads
Here is the place where you will dwell
He showed me now, the gates of hell
A demon flung the basement door
An inferno was the basement floor
The heat so hot, the smoke did rise
It stole my breath and burned my eyes
I heard the crying of the lonely
Of all the sinners and lost souls moaning
Swimming in a molten sea
They screamed and swore, and reached for me
The demons laughed and minions danced
The prince of darkness did advance
All your life, I spoke to you
Too make your heart and soul un-true
But it was you that let the evil in
Ah’ welcome to the house sin!

The Evil One; motioned me to speak
You sicken me you are so weak
I wept and couldn’t find by voice
But it was true I had, had a choice
The free will God had given me
Was thrown away on vanity
The howling demons groped at me
This place was without sympathy
They took me to the basement stair
Into the eternal fire I did stare
I prayed to God that I, could be forgiven
For the sinful life I had been living
It’s to late the devil laughed
Your time for redemption has surely passed
I shall have my minions throw you in the hole
You’ll rot in hell I’ll burn your soul
There’s simply nothing you can do
And to think I just left it up to you
Open the door and fools walk in
Ah’ welcome to the house of sin!

I struggled at the basement flight
And prayed to God with all my might
The demons wailed when I spoke his name
I begged for mercy in all my shame
Jesus please rescue me, from this shame and agony
Father, I beseech you, send your love
From your kingdom high above
My prayers, were answered, the angels came
To my defense, in the Father’s name
The minions fled the demons wailed
The Prince of Darkness would not prevail
When the Archangel spoke his name
That was when the Savior came
I command you now… back to hell!
The only place, where you shall dwell
There was a flash and then a roar
A rumbling up through the basement floor
All went black I lost my sight
Suddenly then came the light
The house was empty and covered with dust
I will change my ways, I must, I must
With a change of heart I went out the door
The house of sin is never more!

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