Flammeus Gladius

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Tag: Hell

Celebration

Celebration

This baby-killing nation will be damned.
I am not mourning, folks. I’m celebrating
God’s justice down the throats of bastards crammed.
This baby-killing nation will be damned!
Hard on its pansy back will it be slammed—
And after that, of course, the flames are waiting.
This baby-killing nation will be damned.
I am not mourning, folks. I’m celebrating.

–Tom Riley

Femme Fatale

Femme Fatale

Liz Cheney drove a guy to suicide.
Her temptress looks were not a factor, though.
Eager to take the country for a ride,
Liz Cheney drove a guy to suicide.
“I’m saving our democracy!” she cried.
When she’s in Hell, I pray she’s down there low.
Liz Cheney? Drove a guy to suicide.
Her temptress looks were not a factor, though.

–Tom Riley

Predestination

Predestination

Et oratio eius fiat in peccatum.

The Hell predestined for this Pharisee
Will seem like Heaven to his darkened eyes.
Whores all around will offer flattery.
How righteous he will feel then – and how wise!
His endless stream of self-deceiving lies
Will fill a sea of grinning confirmation.
The vulgar habits I myself despise
Will bathe in unrelenting celebration.
Nevertheless, this will be deep damnation.
The face he views forever in the sky
Will not be God’s. Contentment in that station
Will prove a curse, though chuckles never die.
This is a game that hypocrites can’t win.
Their prayers are turned serenely into sin.

–Tom Riley

Les Autres

Les Autres

Hell is other
people complaining endlessly that hell
is other people.

–Tom Riley

Impatience at the Confessional

Impatience at the Confessional

Long line of
miserable sinners before me? To
Hell with it!

–Tom Riley

De Lazaro Parabolico

De Lazaro Parabolico

Across the Great Abyss you view your foes.
In life, you always knew this day would come.
I’m preaching justice here. How wearisome
My mortal voice must sound, its highs and lows
So distant from the aural wine that flows
Where you reside! Indeed, I would be dumb
And keep my words from adding to the sum
Of human chattiness: this goodness knows.
But, oh, I need to comment on your joy
In lines that number twice the holy seven
Even if klutzy errors do annoy
The well-tuned ears of those who know the Leaven
Of Paradise! I’m glad for you, dear boy:
The best revenge is looking down from Heaven.

–Tom Riley

BBB

BBB

“Build Back Better” fell flat on its face.
Is it sadness I feel? Not a trace!
Mr. Manchin did well.
Biden: you go to Hell!
I am sure they’re reserving a place.

–Tom Riley

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Grave Consideration

Grave Consideration

Is Papa Cuomo turning in his grave?
More likely he is jacking off in Hell.
He craves what other Cuomo dirtbags crave.
Is Papa Cuomo turning in his grave?
He lived by one dark precept: “Speeches save!”
They didn’t. Death indeed breaks every spell.
Is Papa Cuomo turning in his grave?
More likely he is jacking off in Hell.

–Tom Riley

Crying Out Even unto the Lord

Crying Out Even unto the Lord

In the Pit,
those damned for dishonesty continue
to preach charity.

–Tom Riley

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Nox Diabolorum

Nox Diabolorum

(in memoriam P.S.R.)

My sainted mom was born on Devils’ Night.
We celebrated after dark for years.
The things kids do that night are never right—
But often merit adolescent cheers.
My sainted mom was on the verge of tears
Much of those nights, I’m sure. When kids raise hell,
No mom’s concern for offspring disappears.
I know she prayed – and, boy, did she pray well!
Devils like Little Tom would love to tell
Such saints as her to pray their evil asses
Out of the pit. Can sanctity compel
Mercy to rain upon the wicked masses?
Can woman saved uplift bad boy – or man?
If anyone can manage it, she can.

–Tom Riley

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