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What is Hell

Eternal flames in cauldron burn
A lake of brimstone
As far as eyes can behold
Smell of sulphur of burning bones
Of sinners unrepentant
Of their evil wrong doings
That is hell

Of gnashing of teeth
And tormented wails
Of screaming for surcease
From punishment vile
Of unheard prayers
From the truly damned
That is hell

The man at the pulpit
With flashing eyes
Spittle spraying the altar boys
Scream this version of hell
To all that would listen
He is the conductor
For he knows hell

He knows the minions of hell
In the way he takes boys
Prods them in their nether place
With his holy hardness
Gropes the hardened breasts
Silicon padded
Of weak kneed matrons

He chants hell and excommunication
As he feasts on the ambrosia      
Between the open legs
Of his admiring devotees
Take this for it is his pleasure
No one says nay
To the man of God
For he knows absolution
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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