The Scenic Route To Hell
I know I'm going to hell
for eating this forbidden fruit
but before I say my farewell
let me leave taking the scenic route
I want to see the ashy trees
and the hell birds flying by
the crimson lava filled seas
with the stench of death's tide
I got to death's black doors
as a man of Haiti let me in
the mighty Cerberus roared
while I was burned for every sin
And here I stand flaming hot
in a place with no love
my soul lay here to rot
with a demon named Beelzebub
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