Dust has filled the dank, stale air
The fake tree is shedding bark
The spinny-flats are groaning
And all the stage is dark
In time the hall will come alive
And the audience will take their place
But for now the sets are barren
And lifeless, without face
They say Hell is filled with fire
And demons with pitchforks long
The say that brimstone boils
At the Devil's hearty song
They'll tell you tales of sinners
And heretics, who tread
Against the path of righteousness
Their feet tied with chains of lead
But in their tales they'll oft forget
To mention, certain sure,
That even if you escape Hell
You'll be back next day for more
To where we poor souls work onward
Late into the night
To turn a dull grey universe
Into something new and bright
The underworld really ain't so bad
So why don't you come and see
The Hell that's painted mortar grey
Walked by such brave fools as we.















Devious Comments
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"@#$%! @#$%! @#$%!"
see? great stuff...
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Violence may not be the answer, but it dose stop the other guy from asking any more questions...
==Arn==
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I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!!!
if she's an organ donor, it's not necrophilia
and if you don't get it...you won't get it.
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You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things.
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I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!!!
if she's an organ donor, it's not necrophilia
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"I think everybody should like everybody." -Andy Warhol
==Arn==
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I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!!!
if she's an organ donor, it's not necrophilia
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"I think everybody should like everybody." -Andy Warhol
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