Description of Hell

In front of the gates of Hell I stood
With my comrades who had gone before
They paid the ferryman so that they could
Experience Hell once more
Of course I certainly followed them
Or else there would be no story to tell with this poem
I entered a room
Full of darkness and doom
When suddenly a daemon did loom
And spat all over us
But none did make fuss
At the torture of his ruckus
Then flames on the wall began to spark
And little daemons squished together danced
To the beat of the dull music in the dark
I am ashamed to say that for awhile I too did prance
To the screeching music
That was played with no meaning
In the centre of the room sat high
The Devil himself and he was jammin’
Fear then overcame me I will not lie
To get outside I found myself pushin’
But the minions of the darkness made it hard to escape
Was to die here truly my fate?
Finally I found a wall
To which I could easily crawl
But once I got there I got a fright
It was something scary what a sight
Wet evil the walls were oozing
And my stay here there to a closing
To a room with some light I went next
In order to find me some rest
But instead what I found
Was urine spread all over the ground
And the horrible high pitched sound
Of the taking of ones daemon seed
I sought to escape
Before it was too late
So to my comrades I did run
But it turned out they were having fun
So I looked around for some sort of cure
There must be something here that is pure?
But alas it was not to be
To take in the pain was my destiny
Until finally the clock struck twelve
And into the real world we did delve
A breath of fresh air
Had never tasted so fair
So I ask you this
Give Hell a miss
It corrupts the mind
And one forgets they are of human kind
I swear I’m not crazy
When I say “screw Wezzley”