There Is No Exit In Hell

There Was a Certain rich man
which was clothed in purple and fine linen
And fared sumptuoussly every day
And there was a certain begger named Lazarus
which was laid at his gate full of sores And desiring to be
fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich mans table;
More over the dogs came and licked his sores
And it came to pass that the begger died and
Was carried by the angels into Abraham bosom
the rich man also died and was buried
And in hell he lift up his eyes