A Divine Revelation of Hell

The Jaws of Hell

feared the demons and did not say them. Moans and screams filled the dirty air. A rat crawled near me. I kicked it away. I thought of my husband and children. "O God, don't let them come here," I cried, for I knew for sure I was in hell. God could not hear me. The ears of the Almighty are closed to the cries of hell, I thought. If only someone would listen. A large rat ran up my leg and bit me. I screamed and pulled it off. There was a great flash of pain. A fire out of nowhere began to slowly burn toward me. Seconds, minutes, hours went by. I was a sinner, gone to hell. "O death, please come," I cried. My cries seemed to fill the whole jaws of hell. Others joined in my cries—lost forever—no way! I wanted to die, but I could not. I fell to the floor in a heap, feeling all these torments. I heard the jaws open again, and more souls came in. The fires burned me now, and a new pain came. I knew all that was happening. I had a sharp, sound mind. I knew all these things, and I knew that when souls die on earth and are not saved from their sins, they come here. "O my God, save me," I cried. "Please save all of us." I remembered my whole life and all those who had told me about Jesus. I remembered praying for the sick and how Jesus had healed them. I remembered His words of love and comfort and His faithfulness. If only I were, or had been, more like Jesus, I would not be here, I thought. I thought of all the good things

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