His Ass in Hell

by flammeusgladius

His Ass in Hell

 

 

The day he finds his ass in Hell,

He won’t admit that he was wrong.

His weak excuses he will tell

Over again – and call them strong.

He’ll mouth his crap a whole age long—

But God will not respond at all

To that extended, tuneless song.

God’s love will have become the wall

Against which losers hurl a ball

That bounces back without a sound.

Our damned lad’s chances won’t be small:

They’ll be so absent they’ll astound

His unrelenting confidence.

But still he’ll make his vain defense.

 

 

–Tom Riley