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Voyage to hell
Dame Lucy Fair
Was on the rounds
To the various levels
To the deepest
Where even she hated to go.
The worst. Cannibals who
Invited men or lured children
To their place with drinks or candies
Thendrugged them, killed them
Cut them to pieces, cooked and ate
Right there and then, then froze some good parts
And disposed of the rest like trash.
The serial killers who raped, dismembered,
And sometimes sexually abused even after death..
She hated to go down there
But she went just to make sure
That the temperature was of the hottest.
In one oven she saw Hitler, forever burning
At the same degree., along with an archpishop or two,
A few imams and the grend Ayathola
(Not a virgin insight, only a couple of douche bags),
Also Caligula and Idi Amin Dada.
At another level she found the fraudsters
And abusers who gouged people
For the pleasure of their share holders
And the deep bottom of their purses.
In hell they were constantly faced with
Piles of Cash, but got third degree burns
When they touched, but greed made
It so that they touched nonetheless
Then the pain subsided, fingers were restored
Cash was presented again, fingers burned again
In an eternal cycle.
For drunk drivers who killed, - and no concern
Her established punishement was for them
To look at the bottle of booze of gtheir choice
Unable to touch and forever have to stay sober.
One level up you found the abusers - of wives,
Of children, bullies of all sorts who
In turn were constantly hurt and bullied
By huge demons, masters of the trade
Who made them walk on the hottest of
Hot stones while hitting them with their
Hot rods. If they dared ask for relief,
They only got more pain.
Her favorite floor was the second
Where the Curia Palace and Casino was found.
At tje entrance was a lovely bimbo who'd
Been to her bed a couple of times, blew
Her a kiss and waved her in.
Maybe she'd invite her again.
Lovely and she knew how to handle a woman
And please her delicately where delicacy was needed.
Unlike men in general, who thought only of their own
Pleasure, were rather rough, cam quicly,
Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
Unlike God, of course, a special lover who she met
On occasion at Caligula's Resort in Purgatory
Where she also went to meet with possible new clients
For her various levels.
Just like that sweet bimbo Suzanne, He was always
Sooooo gentle, so nice, so soft,
And sometimes, just as a priest was celebrating
A mass and came to Eucharist, offering the Body of Christ
To devouts who ate it with joy, He was pleased
To gloat at her, lick her wetness and was delighted
To swallow her juice while sounds of
''Ode to Joy'' resounded in her ears as she
Climaxed and keept cumming.
Those pleasant thoughts aside,
She looked for those who had no chances at all
To make it to heaven.
Like the good looking bishop, hardly
Thirty, made cardinal at the tender age of ten,
A return favor to a rich man who had saved
The pope's behind at one time,
Taking care of a rival to the pope
And the rests of the culprit in question ewres now
Floating down the Tiber somewhere.
That particular Bishop was a man who also
Loved to feed hus penis to children,
Ot that other on who was into bestiality,
Black sheep being his first choice
For pleasurable penetration and
Some breeds of dogs coming a close second.
(There was even a woman who liked
To be penetrated by horses and would have to be
Considered, even though she also had
Made generous contributions to various
Charitable foudations and thus had a shot
At the Pearly Gates.. As Fate would have it
- or maybe just plain bad luck, a mare
Happened to be close to her one day
While she was sleeping in the hay
And crushed her to death as she fell on her).
Pleased with her visit, she made her way back
To her Realm, most pleased with her visit.
Was on the rounds
To the various levels
To the deepest
Where even she hated to go.
The worst. Cannibals who
Invited men or lured children
To their place with drinks or candies
Thendrugged them, killed them
Cut them to pieces, cooked and ate
Right there and then, then froze some good parts
And disposed of the rest like trash.
The serial killers who raped, dismembered,
And sometimes sexually abused even after death..
She hated to go down there
But she went just to make sure
That the temperature was of the hottest.
In one oven she saw Hitler, forever burning
At the same degree., along with an archpishop or two,
A few imams and the grend Ayathola
(Not a virgin insight, only a couple of douche bags),
Also Caligula and Idi Amin Dada.
At another level she found the fraudsters
And abusers who gouged people
For the pleasure of their share holders
And the deep bottom of their purses.
In hell they were constantly faced with
Piles of Cash, but got third degree burns
When they touched, but greed made
It so that they touched nonetheless
Then the pain subsided, fingers were restored
Cash was presented again, fingers burned again
In an eternal cycle.
For drunk drivers who killed, - and no concern
Her established punishement was for them
To look at the bottle of booze of gtheir choice
Unable to touch and forever have to stay sober.
One level up you found the abusers - of wives,
Of children, bullies of all sorts who
In turn were constantly hurt and bullied
By huge demons, masters of the trade
Who made them walk on the hottest of
Hot stones while hitting them with their
Hot rods. If they dared ask for relief,
They only got more pain.
Her favorite floor was the second
Where the Curia Palace and Casino was found.
At tje entrance was a lovely bimbo who'd
Been to her bed a couple of times, blew
Her a kiss and waved her in.
Maybe she'd invite her again.
Lovely and she knew how to handle a woman
And please her delicately where delicacy was needed.
Unlike men in general, who thought only of their own
Pleasure, were rather rough, cam quicly,
Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
Unlike God, of course, a special lover who she met
On occasion at Caligula's Resort in Purgatory
Where she also went to meet with possible new clients
For her various levels.
Just like that sweet bimbo Suzanne, He was always
Sooooo gentle, so nice, so soft,
And sometimes, just as a priest was celebrating
A mass and came to Eucharist, offering the Body of Christ
To devouts who ate it with joy, He was pleased
To gloat at her, lick her wetness and was delighted
To swallow her juice while sounds of
''Ode to Joy'' resounded in her ears as she
Climaxed and keept cumming.
Those pleasant thoughts aside,
She looked for those who had no chances at all
To make it to heaven.
Like the good looking bishop, hardly
Thirty, made cardinal at the tender age of ten,
A return favor to a rich man who had saved
The pope's behind at one time,
Taking care of a rival to the pope
And the rests of the culprit in question ewres now
Floating down the Tiber somewhere.
That particular Bishop was a man who also
Loved to feed hus penis to children,
Ot that other on who was into bestiality,
Black sheep being his first choice
For pleasurable penetration and
Some breeds of dogs coming a close second.
(There was even a woman who liked
To be penetrated by horses and would have to be
Considered, even though she also had
Made generous contributions to various
Charitable foudations and thus had a shot
At the Pearly Gates.. As Fate would have it
- or maybe just plain bad luck, a mare
Happened to be close to her one day
While she was sleeping in the hay
And crushed her to death as she fell on her).
Pleased with her visit, she made her way back
To her Realm, most pleased with her visit.
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