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SEAL 2 - CONCLUSION 

HELL'S FORGED

Hell’s no verdict from above—it’s a lie from below. Sheol whispers rest, Hades guards silence, Gehenna chars dust, Abyss locks chaos. Fire in scripture refines or razes evil—never roasts souls. The cross snapped sin’s spine—no furnace needed. Jerome’s ink, Dante’s art, medieval fear, King James’s gloss—man built this myth to bind, not bless. God’s truth restores; hell’s a ghost.

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HELL UNRAVELED

Hell’s a mirage—graves hush, ashes settle, fire frees. The cross killed the curse; man spun the scare. SEAL 2 breaks it: restoration reigns, terror fades.

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