Hell is a human fiction, yes, a nightmare born of hate.
No finite crime could ever justly earn an infinite fate.
No silent ghost would punish ears that hear not what's not said.
No Mind Divine would thought-filled minds consign, for doubt, to dread.
For if mere thoughts, in hazes born, incur a Knower's wrath,
He forfeits claim to right and good--and only might, he hath.
And might alone is not enough to lift a soul still higher:
No threats of fiery gloom and pain can ever love inspire.
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