Beelzebub is just one name,
What they stand for is all the same.
Cast out of heaven for not following the rules,
The bowels of the universe, molten lava for pools.
How does it feel to burn night and day,
Or is freezing cold, truly hells way.
Are you alone, I would say no,
But short of souls, definitely so.
God gives his children the chance to repent,
Until the last moment, the reaper is sent.
I'm sure you throw parties, good times do abound,
But never again to hear harps sweet sound.
It may be a sin, but I pity your soul,
Only you have the power and total control.
Over dank dark places, no one wants to live,
Why not ask god, to look fast and forgive.
He is a great being, full of wisdom and is just,
Forget all the struggles, in the past they are dust.
Let him know over is the war,
Souls you'll release, and torture no more.
Pray for forgiveness, I know he will hear,
It may take a while, even several year.
But god loves all his flock, and Satan its true,
Scream to the heavens, and no more are you blue.
Copyright © Paul Morgana