Sunday, 18 May 2014

Hell's Angle

                             HELL’S ANGLE
The self righteous scruplers of hell
And even Bacchus will curse and blanche
Outraged at the passionate swell
Of the Lamb’s wine crazed wedding dance
They’ll all cry out from their pains
“How could they?Have they no shame?”
But to the pure all things are pure
To the damned all things are stained
So they don’t want to go to heaven
Despite hell’s unbearable curse
Their dread of heaven is greater
For the fire there is worse  


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