The joy of hell

Any further mortal sins today?
Yes,I stole a sweet from mother’s tin
So I’m bound for hell,it will be fun
With the jolly failures out at play

The good are tense as metal strings unplayed
They feel the awful burden on their feet
As they stumble up the cobbled street
They look too pale, their hearts have run astray

Hell or Heaven,Evil,right and wrong
Goodness, here’s the Devil with his prongs
He looks amused the danger is his fangs
Here upon the
table are his plans

If to you embodiment’s a sin
Jump into that big recycling bin

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