From behind Flames of Hell you peer out|
Seeing only the Evil such light casts
To living passersby your Thought Darts shout
"Perdition is the only thing that lasts!"
If any Soul should find true Joy in Life
Really tripping on a Light Fantastic
His Hopes and Dreams your words shred like a knife
His Spirit you burn with laugh sarcastic
Whom do I see about your condition
I would find a Help Desk at which address
Is there one to whom I file petition
For your destruction to seek fair redress
If I take my complaint straight to Satan
What dire straits would I then find myself in?