The most powerful weapon that ever existed wasn't made by man, and its name is FAITH.

They told me that I am dead
and down should I descend
to the unfathomable deeps
of the unfathomable well
because was already doomed
before my birth to go to Hell
not by my choice, it was not,
climbing down the stone stairs
to the fires waiting me below
which I can’t escape, not them.

To the deeps, rung by rung with
a heavy sorrowful soul I went
inside darkness darkest than black
deeper and deeper I would descend
but no flames of consuming fire
and not a world dressed all in red;
cold, it was getting colder
like a dead old man’s breath,
with demons and demons all around,
the difference? of ice they were made.

I wanted to laugh at the irony of it
because I should be burning by then
and was welcomed only by the fear
painted on the Lord of Darkness face,
shouldn’t it be me the trembling one?
“What are you doing here” he said,
“I was condemned to go down here…”
“No!” he screamed interrupting my say,
“Hell has frozen over, get out!!! get out!!!
we can’t have no one here with faith!”