A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL

A special place in hell The devil sits upon his throne In the fiery pits of hell He casts his eye over his special place While he beats an ominous bell. Surrounded by pure evil In a wicked witches lair Her head adorned with a ponytail From Tam O`shanter`s mare. Witches warlocks and goblins Demons and the likes Make a noise that would make your blood curdle With an evil skirl of pipes. Jack the Rippers in the corner With his bloody pound of flesh With Sawney Beans children In a rabid children’s crèche. In an endless fight for fresh blood The Ripper swings away Tearing Sawney`s torso Till his face is dead and grey. The children jump on the Rippers back As they beat him down with stones Their hands pressed tight on his screaming mouth As they gnaw his bloodied bones. Burke and Hare dig all day long In an endless shallow grave Yearning for some peace Their tortured souls do crave. Haunted by the ghosts Who long to watch them writhe As they throw them in their own grave And bury them alive. Twenty one cadavers Surround wicked Mary Ann Cotton Poisoned by her own hand Their bodies all lie rotten. She makes a pot of arsenic soup In her own wee room in hell And the children force it down her throat As they watch her stomach swell. She`s doubled over in terrible pain But her victims think it`s funny As they move her pot from the burning stove And burn all Mary`s money. Sweeny Todd is strapped to his chair Where he`ll whimper and he`ll cower His heads pulled back and they cut his throat And they do it every hour. Mrs Lovett lets a scream As she cooks her lovers eye`s Body parts and finger nails As she`s force fed her own pies. They get out for a day each year To haunt where once they came They groan deep in the shadows As they feel their earthly pain. Purgatory in this special place It never goes away The pain and torture for evil ones Is an endless loop each day. Satan smiles an evil smile As he as he leaves these tortured tombs But there`s no rest for the wicked As the devil has many rooms. Hundreds of innocent women All patiently wait their turn They stoke the fires of hell And their accusers they will burn. Witch witch burn the witch Before they met their doom Lies and accusations Spun on the churches loom. Magistrates and judges Hear the cries of liar liar They are bound beaten then garrotted Then cast upon the fire. You’ll be bound here for eternity In a putrid stinking hole Your cries and screams will go unheard As the devil claims your soul. So live a life you’re proud of And try to live it well Or the Satan will keep a place for you In a special room in hell. THE END