Don't try to cheat it,
Everyone's got to go.
All your cryin's wasted,
To Hell, you can't say No.
Here's Satan now, and you've been basted,
So enjoy the ride, until you're tasted.
Don't fret or moan,
On this day, there'll be no phone,
Oh you're gonna' be sad.
Really, you've been awfully, awfully BAD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't remember who it was when asked on his deathbed '....did he renounce the Devil and all His works? ...' replied, Certainly not! This is no time to be making enemies!