His journey to the bottom of the ocean

is one of fear and excitement.

The darkness is breathtaking.

Terror within his heart’s incitement.

Coming across something never seen

is a secret door on the ocean’s bottom.

He reaches for the handle with trembling hands.

Opening the door, terror caught him.

Red flames that seemed to suck him in,

but they could not penetrate his gear.

Trying desperately to grip the handle.

His heart was paralyzed with fear.

Black shadows swarmed him like bees.

They were threatening, menacing, and evil.

He wondered why he got drug here.

To the apparent home of the devil.

With all his might, he reached for the door

to free himself from this petrifying hell

with fingers stretched as far as they could.

He grasped the door, his soul, which he refused to sell.

He opened the door back to Godhood.