There's a lot of traps in this poetry,

If you decided to follow it faithfully,

Who wants to go to hell?

Certainly not me,

Well, actually,

I very much want that,

But why would the general public,

Be okay with that?

Why would children,

Already in the abyss,

Underneath the rubble,

Under the world,

Of what their parents left for them,

Want to fall further?

Its retarded, its dumb,

You should be climbing mountains,

Your dicks should be pointed at the sun,

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Fuck further, fuck higher,

Above are the heavens,

Of which there is no end,

So all this talk of hell,

Forbidden fruit,

Tasty worms,

Pussy and cream,

It’s the same as its always been,

Just temptation from the devil,

Where will it get you,

Well, of course you’ll get to feast,

There is heaven,

But who does my father offer these things,

To those who take it with force,

Or those who accept it,

As it should have been,

Let me tell you,

Hell is real,

If my father didn’t want to give you a taste,

There’s nothing you could do but starve day by day,

Even while inside this tasty bitch,

There’s a very good chance,

You won’t even be able to feel your dick,

All that time spent hunting,

And you didn’t even get to feast,

Prey in your hands,

And you couldn’t feel your dick,

You might as well dream,

It’s the only way you’ll get a taste,

Such is hell, yeah, my father’s a dick,

But work, work, work,

You’ll be rewarded,

My father has many jobs,

For the faithful, for those who seek to feast,

Just do your fucking job,

Of course you’ll get to eat,

So if you’re following trails,

Seeking entrance to hell,

Dig, dig, dig,

Its easy, you fell,

Or maybe you’re looking for rap snitches,

Officer, I’m clean!

Just a religious man,

Following Maitreya,

Fuck, I’d love to eat some venison,

A nice lamb,

Taste her lovely lips,

Relax officer, its just poetry,

It’s a glass of wine, take a sip,

Anyways, what was I talking about,

Oh, yeah,

While its true, my father is a fiend,

Eventually you’ll be like him,

He’s a jealous god,

If he doesn’t allow it,

There would be no way in,

So be careful,

If you’re a religious man,

A little girl, seeking her father,

There are traps in this poetry,

Is he a good god?

Haha, I don’t care,

About your relationship with him,

I just thought I’d warn you,

My father, the devil,

This whole thing’s a comedy.