Sandkiller Is Pressured
Sandkiller had a headache within the bowels of h.....
He was trying to get away, but here came his cousin Phil
Phil was a gargoyle, and he had his sidekick Demon Dee.
Can’t you guys stay back there, away from me?
Hell no, Phil said. We can see the flames from your head.
We have people to roast, arrogant Demon Dee said.
So they stayed close to his shoulder and used his fire.
It made him mad and irritated, Sandkiller, the Devil's sire.
Be good to your cousins, his father, the devil did yell.
Such great fun in front of all the stupid gawkers in .....
Sandkiller never got a break, he wanted to run away.
Maybe he’d go to heaven, and try to stay.
Heaven! Phil yelled as he read his cousin’s pathetic mind.
They don’t keep gargoyles there, or any of our kind!
Who wants to go to heaven? Demon Dee demanded.
Sandkiller wanted to die; they were so underhanded!
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