Heavenly Decay

Hell doesn't await someone like you
When you perish you can't go where you please
Where you willingly bend your knees
Where the flames that Satan grew
Only make you feel anew

Heaven awaits someone so devious
Where the harps blare
A place where good will is shared
God's Kingdom banned the mischievous
Your home because moral righteousness is tedious

In Heaven you decay
Because Hell is your perfect place
All of your awful tastes
Allow you to spend perfect days
In God's incendiary grace