Ticket to Hell (Story)

“ Hey Gregg, you might want to take a second thought on this”

“A second thought? I’ve planned this for two years, finally I can get back at them for the way they destroyed me; they tore my life from me, and they are getting what they deserve.” Gregg responded in a deep voice that had a distinct hatred to it, not quite the person you would want to brush the wrong way. The person who had spoken earlier was his cohort, Gabe. Gabe was a cautious person who Gregg had met the previous week and hired him as a look out for this one job. He planned to terminate him before the end of the job because he was low on cash and didn’t have the mind to actually give any away.

“ Well I still think you could resolve this peacefully.” Gabe said, worried at the fate of Gregg’s victims.

“ Hey I’m not paying you for thinking, just do your job as look out and make sure no one is coming,” Gregg said, now even more set on killing Gabe after the job. Gabe wasn’t worried about death at the moment though, he was worried about the mission that had been bestowed on him. The mission that had been bestowed by no other “person” than God himself. Because Gabe wasn’t actually Gabe Struthers of New Jersey, but rather Gabriel the Angel, who had his name in the Bible as the Angel to reveal himself to Mary the mother of Jesus. Gabriel had taken human form so that he could infiltrate Gregg’s life of crime and take a chance at turning his life around. Little did Gregg know, but Gabriel had been working on Gregg for a month now, but the man was too hard of heart, and his defenses were not easily broken. Gregg’s mission involved Gabe only because it was so dangerous that he wouldn’t be able to accomplish it on his own. Gregg’s family had been killed in an accident when a chemical plant blew up, spewing destructive toxic waste everywhere. He arrived at the hospital to see their bodies being eaten away by the hazardous chemicals. All he could do was watch as the doctors treated their wounds to no avail. Their death had turned him into a different man; he cared for no one, and he turned to a life of crime. The task he had at hand now was at the new chemical plant’s headquarters. He was taking his revenge for their mistake; he was avenging their deaths.

“ Thermite: it burns and burns at four thousand, five hundred degrees until there is nothing left to burn. This will do just perfectly for the job at hand,” Gregg said, pulling the large container of it from his bag he had brought. “now for the lighting of the fireworks! I’ve chosen to ignite it over their air conditioning vent; that way it will filter through all of the office blocks before it touches down. All in the building will be instantly vaporized, with no time to escape!” Gregg now looked quite pleased; he was not the loving father at all like he used to be; no, he was a blood-thirsty monster seeking revenge and the sensation of the kill. Gabriel realized that there was another part to Gregg: he was more than a man on a bloody mission. He realized that Gregg was being fueled by the hatred of Lucifer himself.

“This is going to be much harder than I thought,” Gabriel muttered to himself.

“Okay, start unwinding the fuse about seventeen yards,” Gregg said hastily. “once we light it we need to book it for the fire escape.” As Gabe unwound the fuse he looked back to see Gregg pulling out a small handgun and pointing it toward him! A silenced round went off. It struck Gabe below the kneecap and he fell to the roof of the building he was on. He looked up again to see Gregg shivering and looking toward his feet. The round that was fired from his handgun had caused a spark and lit the fuse two inches from the container of thermite! Gregg slowly recovered and fled for the fire escape, but it was too late. With a flare of light the thermite ignited and started burning through the air vent. It worked so fast that Gregg was only able to take three strides before the roof collapsed with both the injured Gabriel and the frightened Gregg on it. They tumbled down the slanted roof into the fourth and top floor of the building. They got up from their fall to see that they were surrounded by four thousand degree fires. Besides that, Gregg’s torso was trapped under a desk with no possible way of escape other than super-human strength. Gabriel crawled over to Gregg and spoke to him through clenched teeth due to the pain he was in. “Gregg, I don’t think you’ll be able to make it out of this one.”

“Yeah, whatever, at least my task is complete. And anyway why are you even near me? I tried to kill you.” Gregg said, surprised and mad at the same time.

“I do not fear death, it is something I do not encounter; you however do have to worry about it. Other than that you have to worry about where you’re going after.”

“Where I’m going after this? Son, I’m going to hell just like you!”

“Well, you were right about you going to hell at least, and is that really what you want.”

“What I want? I don’t want anything but the destruction of the people inside of this building.”

“Gregg, this building is empty, there is no one in it, I made sure of that.”

“WHAT? You destroyed my dream, my precious revenge? Do you know what this meant to me?”

“I know what it would mean to your family. They wouldn’t want this; they wouldn’t want this for you or the people you are doing this to.”

“For me? What do you mean they wouldn’t want this for me? I’m going to hell where they are too.”

“ Don’t be so sure of that. I was with them in their last hours in the hospital. I gave them a second chance to repent for their sins and believe in their Savior. They didn’t go to hell Gregg, they went to heaven! Now I’m giving you the same thing I gave them: a second chance. Gregg I’m giving you a chance to be with them again in place where there is no sorrow, anger, or pain.”

“A second chance! You trying to make me sell my soul to this lie?”

“No, you already tried something like that on the other side of the playing field, in Lucifer’s domain.”

“I don’t want your crap. Let me burn, it’s what I want.”

“Well get used to it, because that’s all you’ll be experiencing if you don’t listen to me. There’s a scripture that says, “But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death.” That’s a verse from Revelation, and I think it speaks right to you, Gregg.

“What if I want to burn? Huh ever think of that, what if I want the rage that it gives me, the sensation of irreversible pain? Ever think of that?”

“Gregg, if you want to forever burn in hell, then all I can do is let you. If you deny God from entering into your life, then all He can do is let you have what you want. Gregg, all you will experience is pain and hate. It’s not like earth; you won’t go unconscious and no longer feel the pain. You can’t die in hell, you already did that; all that there is is pain forever, never to cease, never a break. And even if you want death, it will not come, it will not stop.”

“You know what, Gabe, I DON’T CARE! LET THE FLAMES BURN!” The hatred and rage coming from Gregg was a mere image of Lucifer and his fallen angels. It was terrifying that that stage of evil could be reached by a human. All Gabriel could do was look into the demon-possessed man and pity the fate he had chosen. Gregg’s mouth started foaming now as the flames caught onto his clothes, boiling the blood inside his body. Screams of pain came from him, and Gabe thought he would try once more.

“You can still repent, Gregg!” The response he received was something almost indescribable. The heat that latching was onto his lower body was so intense that it forced Gregg’s organs to the top of his body. Gregg lived just long enough to see them exiting his body through his mouth. Gabriel could not stand it any longer. He left his human form and headed back to heaven to report the failure of his mission to God.

The Resistances

The Germans came with all brute force

Then the Japanese came and ran their course

They came like a giant, rumbling wave

They thought all other races must behave

They tortured and killed the countries they seized

And because of this, Hitler was very pleased

But the torturing and killing, the country’s citizens would not permit

So a resistance to hoard them off was submit

They would go in night and blow up trains

Or free prisoners from their chains

Some resistances succeeded

But always more men were needed

The Yugoslavian resistance whole-heartedly won

And had retaken most all of it’s country before the war was done

But others were destroyed in a single blow

For the Nazis outnumbered them one to a hundred or so

And some claimed victory and some failed

And some died for their cause and others greatly prevailed

But all did their part in the great resistance

Every single one gave some assistance

Even if they weren’t a soldier, they still did their part

Each one gave something from deep down in their heart

Without these people you would not be where you are today

You might be under a ruler that you must obey

So be happy you’re free and can make your own choices

Be happy that you can speak to different voices

For freedom is something we take for granted

But without it you’d think it’s enchanted

History, that we must not ignore, The Civil War

There is a certain war that happened in the Usa

Where brothers and friends fought against each other in battle array

The war started because the South was seceding

But in the end what they got was a whole lot of bleeding

The war really started at the battle of Bull Run

And there on that day, men from both sides fell one by one

Then came the epic battle of the Monitor and the Merrimac

But nether one won because they had warning of the attack

Then came the battle at Fredericksburg, a bloody one at that

Where the Union lost, even with their superior combat

The Union in the end won this long war

And Slaves were men’s property no more

This my friend is the Civil War

It is a part of history we must not ignore

A Slave's Fear, A Slave's Tear

The day was over, finally the slaves could speak

Their clothes of tobacco and dirt they did reek

They talked of how every day they were sent, in chains

To work in for their master out in the plains.

Then in the dark of their house they looked to prayer

For that was their refuge, the only thing they had out there

They prayed that they, the slaves

Would not soon be sent to their graves.

The next day one of the children fell

He had been beaten harshly and fell with a yell

What hit the ground first was his head

And from then on he was dead.

Every day with dread

The slaves would lift their heads

They would always pray

That the next person would not be they.

The Holocaust from a bird's perspective

The Lark alighted on a branch

He looked around to find he was on a ranch

All around him were men with green cloths

They walked toward men with gold stars on their robes

The men in green had guns a-plenty

The men with stars seemed the age of twenty

Then the men in green pointed their guns, and shot the men with the stars

The men in green then drove away in their cars

The bird wondered "why would humans treat each other this way ? "

"Wouldn't the humans want the others to stay ? "

"And what about the family and friends of those people, what would they have to say ? "

" Oh dear lord this is an odd world, we really have to pray ".

" What will you reply "

A poem with no rhyme

A race with no time

A song without a singer

A bell without a ringer

The things in life that are out of place

With no one willing to replace

Every one walks by, they have their own things to do

No one cares, they’ll worry about their own brew

An unpaid bill without a debt

A poker game without a bet

A horse without a rider

A web without a spider

As the years go by we have less expectations

And we have to do less for a congratulations

The machines have come and can do it all

Us, we’re hardly expected to catch a ball

A newborn without a mother

Who will soon become a foster brother

A murderer without correction

A death without reflection

Human lives are taken for granted

People only worry about having more trees planted

If you kill a deer it’s considered evil design

But if you have an abortion it’s totally fine

A soldier with no name

A man killed without blame

An uncured disease

A beehive without the bees

We thrive on our own petty lives

So we hope the One true will not soon arrive

For when He comes, He will judge us all

And some will go up and some will fall

A martyr without a god

A soldier without a squad

A killing without reason

A friend committing treason

Some will choose to go down the bumpy, narrow road

And unto them God will have heavenly gifts bestowed

But some will choose the wide, smooth path

And unto them God will unleash his wrath

So choose today what road you walk

But make it quick, the clock is counting Tick! Tock!

I’ve given you the question but the answer is yours alone

“Will you choose to go to the Heavenly throne?”

Now before you answer “YES!”

Let me tell you it will be hard to achieve success

For the narrow road is not an easy one

But it’s easier than it was, thanks to God’s Son

The life is hard and the costs are high

So what to this question will you reply?