h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

the devil wore a pair of dress pants at my brothers wedding
last impresions perhaps
for forgivness from the fire
that was stired to make his resting place
eternal hours with unkindrid soul-ripped-from-in-the-dead-of- sleeplisness minds, intoxicated by their yellow sulphure hatred spiting

the ceremony was long awaited by humble servents and the martyrs of millenia ago.
the lamb that was slain by the crowd he cured with faithfull love
is now at the alter with his bride the church and the saints who have halos are singing with the rocks and the blue angle tide of eternal life has absorbed all in attendence.

the devil dosent impress me, nor his hords of brainwashed sevents in ties and buetifull shoes. their large wallets have erupted onto the feet of the bride and the groom and the Father to buy back their goodstanding
"turn away from me-for i never knew you."
And their gone only to exist and suffer in the infitite unexistance.
for thier pride and wealth is an entity which has become them and the lust and intoxicattion
and their power their nuclear bombs an their dream ending clinics
their houses of of ill repute have demanded their eternaity
and they have given in
and though i too gave to the wonders of Lucifer,
the lamb that was slain
i know was slain for me