Diabolic Logic

He lay there serenely Upon his death bed Life still pulsed thru him Clear was his head His time was approaching Of that there was no doubt The reaper patiently waited To carry him out Along came the chaplain To administer last rite Dressed in deaths colour And colar of white He spoke words of comfort To this man of old He took his hand in his hand Which was yet to go cold 'would you like a prayer said?' As he pressed togethere his palms 'do you renounce satan, and all his evil plans?' A smile ghosted his lips As he inclined his head 'I hardly think now's the time to be makin enemies' He said.