Hell

Oh the magnificence of hell!
In hell no one speaks of death.
Hell is walled up in the bowels of the earth
and adorned with glowing flowers...
In hell no one says an empty word...
In hell no one has drunk and no one has slept
and no one rests and no one sits still.
In hell no one speaks but everyone screams,
there, tears are not tears and all grief is powerless.
In hell no one falls ill and no one tires.
Hell is constant and eternal.