A Kind Reception Into Hell

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