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Where smoaking hell without a bottom lies,

The hollow sound, with vengance hurried down,

With all the Majesty of Gods renown ~

Smoak, fir & brimstone all in fury flash,

Tormented souls on frightful devils clash

Where horrid clangor raging, ever reigns,

In chincking terror bound in grating chains,

With smoak sulphureous pent, abhorent all,

Where lightnings flash & thunders breaking fall,

With pon'drous weight from an eternal height,

Hurld down from far, by a Almighty's might.

All hell in consternation drop their chains,

Yet not their fears, their terrors or their pains;

The awful summons drives their spirits forth,

To view the face of Gods almight wrath,

A twofold hell hangs on their final doom,

And instant damns them to eternal gloom ~

Can devils dread to leave eternal flames,

To quit a hell that flashd with endless pains