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
Flammeus Gladius 
Me thinks twas I inspired this
So well thought out smack down or “dis”.
I’ll have you know no harm was meant
By mine disgruntled uh, comments.
I am a follower just not like you
I do not sit in a catholic pew
I do attend services and pray
That I’ll be saved come judgment day
I hold you sir in the highest respects
And I know my poem you’ll probly dissect.
Just think though sir if I’m in hell
more beer for you at God’s table.
But it wasn’t you.