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Today's weirdest search-engine query that brought someone to this site:

primrose path to hell medieval poem soul

Off hand, I don't know of any medieval poems about the soul being on a primrose path to hell. But I wouldn't be surprised if there is one, or several. (That cliche had to come from somewhere.) Those medieval types were very concerned -- obsessed, even -- about the dangers and ease of sliding into eternal damnation. Threats of fire and brimstone were what kept the peasants in line back then (and keep fundies in line today, I suppose). Funny thing, though -- hell always seems to be a far more interesting place than heaven. "Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens," as the Talking Heads said, and at stressful times, that can seem appealing. (But boring, you say? How can one get bored in a "place" where time doesn't exist, hmm?) Artists always seem to have a lot more fun with their depictions of hell, though.

Anyway, gentle seeker, I hope you find your poem, if not your path.