“Flee fornication

Every sin that a man doeth

Is without the body

But he that committeth fornication

Sinneth against his own.”

(1 Corinthians 6:18)

My friend, you've chosen

The best way to falter

For from this place, even

The strictest of seraphs abscond

No blood stains my unholy altar

But the ichor of my darling Hecate's cunt

You've been misled, for this is paradise

A better fate could not a man befall

Should you run

Then the laughter of my brethren

Shall haunt you in your every step

Until the end of it all

You may call me Asmodeus

Recline; you've come a way

Oh, cease this drawl; you're boring us

Waste no breath; you're here to stay

Have you felt the succubI's fellation?

It is better than the eunuchs

Care to divulge

I procure such lustful wonders

As to quell the very rage of God

Should he only care to indulge