Sheol
Sheol is the Hebrew abode of the dead, or of departed spirits. It is a subterranean region of darkness, from which return is impossible.The Judeo-Christian term hell comes from the Hebrew word "Sheol", which technically means landfill. The confusion over what this word actually means stems from the fact that the Hebrews really didn't have a set word to describe their underworld, so when referring to it they used words they thought might describe it, thus the word Sheol.
It is interesting to note that Hebrew landfills were very unsanitary and unpleasant when compared to modern landfills; these places were filled with rotting garbage and the Hebrews would periodically burn them down, however by that point they were generally so large that they would burn for weeks or even months. In other words they were fiery mountains of garbage.
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The ravings of the reckless storm,
aye fading with the break of morn,
till every rose became a thorn;
Till dust and ashes met his eyes
The wrecks of joys and hopes and loves,
that longed to breathe empyrean air,
and perisht of a sheer despair;
How, dower'd with heritage of brain,
His rest is grossest coarsest earth,
mortar'd with blood and faced with skin,
unclean without, impure within:
Sans ray to cheer its inner gloom,
Darkness his name, a cold dumb Shade
whose end was laid before begun,
--puzzle, machine, automaton;
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like scenes that round the drunkard reel;
to see and hear, smell, taste and feel.
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Where millions live their horrid lives
to Universal Love aspire,
as Min'arets draw the Thunder-fire.
How Earth on Earth builds tow'er and wall,
How Earth on Earth from Shinar-plain
how false its weal, how true its woes,
to mark its opening and its close.
Ah! gay the day with shine of sun,
Met on the River-bank to play,
and yet the chilling whisper came
had fled the bank, had swum the stream;
Still revellers danced, and sang, and trod
Still one by one they left and fared
yon drear Death-desert to explore,
still lingers on the lonely shore.
Yes, Life in youth-tide standeth still;
See, as it nears the 'abysmal goal
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