Hell can wait

 

I

Let us pray and defy the odds, then the dark Gods;

all the smite of lords and ladies implore, tries to smother.

Like cows of Bashan are they, piling precinct upon toads;

the crows and lost dogs, who ate Jezebels meatloafs...

On that day, then all the hosts turn on you, Brother:

don't wail: “I am done!” but sing with me this, rapper

your sister along, to anthem to Kingdom Come loads!

II

Hell can wait, there is not a shite to be fret;

to belate, Hell can wait – no remorse

nor respect to the Great Vile, Ours is Best!

Can't touch Father-Son-Holy-Ghost, contest;

who shall make their claims, may he speak his cause!

I can sing of the beatitudes of the Lord for hours;

its time to give up your Life and worship go get!!

III

Then the boast and the Righteous abjure to ignore;

then the witty dost remain honest, but sell with a sole.

Don't loose sight on your Northern Star, galore;

many are entertainers not saints, their soul bored...

Restore yourself and the others broken souls –

as you shout: “Hell can wait!” emptying the bowls

of Wrath and Plague, but you stand firm atone!