Flee fornication
Every sin that a man doeth is without the body
But he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own
My friend, you've chosen the best way to falter
For from this place, even the strictest of seraphs abscond
No blood stains my unholy altar
But the ichor of my darling Hecate's cunt
You've been misled, for this is paradise
A better fate could not a man befall
Should you run, then the laughter of my brethren
Shall haunt you in your every step
Until the end of it all
You may call me Asmodeus
Recline; you've come a way
Oh, cease this drawl; you're boring us
Waste no breath; you're here to stay
Have you felt the succubi's fellation?
It is better than the eunuchs care to divulge
I procure such lustful wonders
As to quell the very rage of God
Should he only care to indulge