Deep in their dungeons
“Need!” cry the commies;
All the enviros
Call for gov’ mommies.
Religios wail that
God’s them forsaken;
Socialists stoop,
Pick poop to re-make ’em.
Here at last happy
Hell is in season;
Falling down fast are
Men of un-reason.
Millions of Moslems
Fall all at once,
obama down under them,
Deserving this once.
Nihilist losers,
Nothing they’ve got;
Hell, ever grinning,
Stirs his not-pot.
Now he does grab them,
Dashes them in;
Sunk into nothing
Losers Kant win.
Get what they lie for,
Get it from Hell;
What wishers wish for
Hell grants it well.
Pretenders of living,
Fall they down, too;
Worshipping giving,
Hell gives a-new.
Gives them the guilt-fire
That burns up their brains;
Selfless desire
Self-ash remains.
Lost to life’s promise
And all of its joys,
All they have left is
Hate’s not-pot noise.
Hell is not down below,
Hell’s in the mind let go,
Forsaking one’s hero
For fake ‘n bake zero.