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"Welcome" smiled Satan
the ruler of sin.
"Welcome, you bastard,
where the hell have you been?

Your work on earth
has been completed just fine.
My wishes fulfilled
in old nick of time.

Don't give a thought
to devastation you've left;
she'll not be the last child
to be completely bereft.

You've escaped with integrity
wholly intact,
how you managed to do it
remains a miraculous act.

It's true that I made you
sicker than sick
but disguise was essential
to get you out quick.

You see, artful endeavours
were finding their way
up to the surface and
looked like having their say.

Your cover had worn thin
and your efforts were tiring.
So I had to stop all
of your cylinders firing.

Now you're here we can gloat;
rake over old times,
with your forebears and friends
down here for their crimes.

You've arrived, now enter
the heat of eternity's fire.
Come, keep warm the cockles
of your waning desire.

Welcome, you bastard,
walk straight in;
I'm waiting right here
with your wages of sin"