Off to Hell I go,
With hat in hand,
I ring Dark Lord's doorbell,
"Brother, can you spare a dime?"
"Go back to Earth!"
He yells.
But I look around this burning realm,
and see no necessity to need,
I turn my eye back to him,
"But sir," say I,
"This place is better than that
from whence I come."
With flame from mouth, he retorts
"This is the land of eternal suffering,
of physical torment for all of time!
Are not you convinced to remain on Earth?"
But I am not.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Off to Hell I go,
With hat in hand,
I ring Dark Lord's doorbell,
"Brother, can you spare a dime?"
"Go back to Earth!"
He yells.
But I look around this burning realm,
and see no necessity to need,
I turn my eye back to him,
"But sir," say I,
"This place is better than that
from whence I come."
With flame from mouth, he retorts
"This is the land of eternal suffering,
of physical torment for all of time!
Are not you convinced to remain on Earth?"
But I am not.
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