So you arrive and expect every sin
To be cleansed with fire, and forgiven?
In this Hell-hole, my sordid little pit
Which contains my throne upon which I sit.
Are you of a virgin birth,
Or merely dropped as a babe head first?
You act like just fallen from Heaven into this fiery hole.
As if I exist to make you again whole.
Do not believe every sacred rumour:
That’ll cut you to pieces, or torture you in humour.
One thing in Heaven is said right:
That God itself set me to flight.
And although now I have to deal with the likes of you;
By my choice, and my will – to Hell I flew!