The pit is full of spiders

With eyes that glow bright red;

These spiders crawl upon the flesh

Of those that die, undead.

The spiders mock and laugh at you

At you the unbeliever;

Because you have no faith in Christ

And you served the great deceiver.

The pit is full of darkness

Hanging heavy like a shroud

And whispering voices curse you too

Because you have been proud.

They ridicule and laugh at you

In madness you start screaming,

'I'm cast into the outer dark -

the reward for my blaspheming.'

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