Tonight guest writer Satan O'Sullivan pens an ode for his dear friend John
For our dear friend, Brother John
who daily prays that we have gone
to a site that has an acrid smell
of burning flesh, a place called hell
The kiddies, for having seduced the priests
must too spend eternity with the beasts
for leading good Christian gentlemen astray
they will burn forever, the Catholic way
So are we really to fry on the forks of demons
the air replete with our anguished screamings
without hope of an eleventh hour reprieve
for having the audacity to disbelieve?
For our dear friend, Brother John
who daily prays that we have gone
to a site that has an acrid smell
of burning flesh, a place called hell
The kiddies, for having seduced the priests
must too spend eternity with the beasts
for leading good Christian gentlemen astray
they will burn forever, the Catholic way
So are we really to fry on the forks of demons
the air replete with our anguished screamings
without hope of an eleventh hour reprieve
for having the audacity to disbelieve?
In the Sewer With Der
Stürmer
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