On Styx go down…Beelzebub
is there; will make you fry.
Earth’s bowels deep is where you’ll sleep—
not way up in the sky.
He is a dark prince firing
the pyres that burn so bright.
When you’re down there, you’ll never share
the glorious sunlight.

This guy’s a friend of Charon
who ferries from above
into the deep where sinners weep,
because they all got the shove
out of a chance for heaven;
instead they’re under earth.
where the flames singe and the whips sting;
there’s not a trace of mirth.

And violently, quite violently
your entrails will be riven.
Then will depart some body parts
you’d need if you were livin’.
You’ll wish you were just slumming
down there while visiting.
That ain’t the case; you’re there until
forever, blistering.

As is his style, Beelzebub
is gonna make you pay.
Because you sinned, you’re roasting in
fires that burn night and day.
B’bub’s a fallen angel—
that’s why he’s down in hell
After you cussed…succumbed to lust:
Your porn spree damned you well.