Into a Night of Hell


				*A Variety in Prose* *Into a Night of Hell*



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		copyright 2002 Ron Kinard



		"Into a Night of Hell" Ron Kinard (c) 2002 down trodden to the brink of disaster all seems lost the body screams for mercy the soul screams for release death has new meaning life, as it appears lacks motivation for a continuance Death would be relief the physical plane is irrelevant the spiritual plane, unseen suddenly nothing has meaning everything is lost cast out into the street no money, no food only the clothes on your back even those are an unbearable burden to heavy a load to carry as you slip away into a night of Hell



		you don't realize how good you have it....until it's all gone...