Note that I pronounce gambling with two syllables, not three. |
A Kind Reception Into Hell Welcome, my friends, to burning Hell I hope that you enjoy your stay It seems life didn’t go so well All sinners to the dying day A pleasure, Beelzebub’s the name Let’s start out with a little fun I know the perfect sort of game We’ll all find out what wrongs we’ve done Here’s John, kinder men you’ll not meet For he loves children oh so much Those little boys he finds so sweet How could he help the urge to touch? Hah! Now Amy, a thief at heart And a pornographer to boot Its time to accept what thou art A cheap floozy vying for loot And what of you Mark, sweating yet? Guess you gambled far too often But please Marky boy! Please don’t fret Here your gambling greed will soften Well how about it Mary fair You lived your life a street hooker In Hell you need find a new ware God cares not if you’re a looker I only wish I had the time To chronicle all of your wrongs But I am running out of rhyme And grow weary of singing songs So saddle up for the long hall (You’ll get to know the place quite well) And allow me to wish you all A kind reception into Hell |