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Poem |Hell Bound Train | The Scary Truth About Hell | Two Versions

The Hellbound Train is a poem that is written by an anonymous author. This poem has two versions and performed many times over the years and has been adapted by various singers. There are arguments for other versions being the original but none can be conclusive at this late stage. These poems are provided at no charge for educational purposes.




What does the Bible say about Hell?

Hell is real. Many verses discuss the subject of hell, for it is not a place where anyone wants to spend eternity, so Believers and unbelievers need to know the Scriptures describing this horrible place.


For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 6:23


“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. Matthew 25:41

And if anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. Revelation 20:15


But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire. Matthew 5:22


"But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.” Revelation 21:8


"And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell." - Matthew 10:28


"And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.” - Matthew 25:46


These poems both versions are a warning of what could happen to anyone who is disobedient to the Most High's laws, statutes, and commandments. We need to obey His word and do His will.

 



 

If you don't REPENT!

 


Hell Bound Train

 Anonymous


A bum fell down on a bar room floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more. Asleep he lay with a screaming brain, Dreaming he rode on a hell-bound train.


An eerie glow from a brimstone lamp, Shot fear through the heart of the drunken tramp. Within the engine came thousands of groans, As a demon fed it dying men's bones.


Satan was the train's engineer, Whose imps filled the boiler with rot-gut beer. The passengers were a motley crew, Church member, Atheist, Gentile and Jew.


There were rich men in silks, beggars in rags, Beautiful young girls, and withered old hags. Black men and brown, mixed and white, All chained together what a terrible sight.


The drunkard's train flew at an awful pace, Into heat that scorched skin from his hands and face. As the scenery grew wilder he heard a hideous yell, Welcome suckers, you are now entering hell.


Together the damned shrieked in pain, Begging old Nick to stop the train. But he just danced about and sang with glee, While laughing and joking at their agony.


The oldest to the youngest knew, for sin, they must pay, And that all would be damned this horrible day. You bullied the weak, robbed the poor, And drove the starving from your door.


You put your wealth to rot and rust, In gold and silver and beastly lust. You laughed at justice and corruption was sown, Then deafened your ear to the poor man's moan.


You rioted, murdered, divorced, and lied, Then mocked Sweet Yahshua (Christ Jesus) in your hell-bound pride. Now it's time to get your hire, Eternity fool, in the Lake of Fire.


Your flesh will roast in flames that roar, And a worm will eat your body forever more. Shaking with fear and wet with sweat, The drunk awoke from the dream he would never forget.


He cried "Yahshua (Christ Jesus), save me from the doom of the damned, Heal me with a touch from your nail-pierced hand."


Listen, sinner, live no more in vain, Repent or you too will ride, the hell-bound train.


 
 


 


 

Bryant Grizzell Recite- "The Hell-Bound Train" Poem



Hellbound Train

 Anonymous


A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,


Having drunk so much he could drink no more;


So he fell asleep with a troubled brain


To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.



The engine with murderous blood was damp


And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;


An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,


While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.



The boiler was filled with lager beer


And the devil himself was the engineer;


The passengers were a most motly crew—


Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,



Rich men in broadcloth, beggers in rags,


Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,


Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,


All chained together—O God, what a site!



While the train rushed on at an awful pace—


The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;


Wider and wider the country grew,


As faster and faster the engine flew.



Louder and louder the thunder crashed


And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;


Hotter and hotter the air became


Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.



And out of the distance, there arose a yell,


"Ha, ha," said the devil, "we're nearing hell!"


Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain


And begged the devil to stop the train.



But he capered about and danced for glee,


And laughed and joked at their misery.


"My faithful friends, you have done the work


And the devil never can a payday shirk.



"You've bullied the weak, you've robbed the poor,


The starving brother you've turned from the door;


You've laid up gold where the canker rust,


And have given free vent to your beastly lust.



"You've justice scorned, and corruption sown,


And trampled the laws of nature down.


You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,


And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.



"You have paid full fair, so I'll carry you through,


For it's only right you should have your due.


Why, the laborer always expects his hire,


So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire,



"Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,


And my imps torment you forevermore."


Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,


His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high



Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour


To be saved from his sin and the demon's power;


And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,


For he never road the hell-bound train.

 

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