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POEM 17 - Hell's Hotel
I hope you like your hotel room,
Down here in hell,
With your undead zombie butler,
Who'll come if you just ring the bell,
There's maggots in the food,
The bed is squeaky,
And under your bed,
There's carbondioxide leaking,
But don't worry about that,
I mean it's what you expected,
But the room will get better,
Once you've rejected,
God's luxuries,
Up the there in heaven,
And sold your soul,
To the big boss,
Because not doing that,
Would be a big loss,
Because the more souls he gains,
Will add to his power,
And will make god's amount of angels,
Get lower and lower,
And they'll eventually die,
And we'll all win,
And then we'll control the world,
Us and our kin,
So enjoy your stay,
Down here in hell,
And if you need anything,
Just thing the bell.
Wrote this, and I think it kind of reminds me of the bad leakage of carbondioxide (or something like that) in the hotel, resulting in the two childrens death and the coma of the parents. Sad...
 DaleLuck1313 · Sun Nov 12, 2006 @ 04:51pm · 0 Comments |
