Hyperbolic Hell

When every anal flagellant
has crept forth from his cell
to elegize the Devil's eyes
and wish emissions well

When all the dancing deviants
who idolize the fire
kiss and tell of innocence
corrupted by desire

Erotic fools will justify
the parting of their knees
by rotting demons as they clutch
the touch of lust's disease

Adoringly they'll speak in tongues
that tittilate their King
and sanctify his rigidness
with every song they sing

While unpenned verses testify
that wholesomeness is dead
the paragon of Purgatory
lifts his horned head

and all the vibrant virgins
who now pretend disgust
will soon devour greedily
the potion of his lust

C.  Lon  R.  Bruso