Dante's Beast

This poem was inspired by Dante's Inferno

You have yours, and I have mine     

upon this pain, we must dine  

Two souls bound by inevitable fate

to forever endure the angel’s hate

And to stay away from those who might

not believe in the eternal plight

For only those who’ve never known

a day of struggle

a day of pain

would taunt us in our shame.

For you know the beast forever prowls,

and only the strange ones, go into its mouth

and when they finally do come out, they’re filled with sorrow

   hate

   and shame

And they see the world in a different grain.

As a dark and desolate, demented plain.

In which we all boil in the blood,

and unlike Noah there’s no escape from the flood.

For we’re all corrupted, and we’re all evil

and deep down we’re all non-believers.

And when the day comes, that we leave this hell and go to yours; the one of which Dante tells

we’ll find it’s not so different,

it’s just the same.

We’re all still wallowing in our own personal pain,

and God dines alone at his dinner table.

Laughing and making merry, about the fabled heaven of which the Bible tells

But we shall never hear its bells.

Author's Note

I'm not so sure about the final two lines. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.