AN INCH TO HELL ?
Again I heard the nearby call
It kept inviting from the wall
"Come-on boy,make for the hall
I am the demon of your soul,
to spell your doom now is my goal!"
Some counter-voice then tells me "No,
do not budge and do not go."
'Which' to obey I did not know
The next to come was vertigo
Given-birth-to by a nasty blow
I thought my last cry was simply "Oh!"
My vision dwindled as down I fell
But for the ringing of a distant bell,
I'd have seen the flames of hell;
for I was just an 'inch to Fatal Hell.'
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