Asmodeus

“Flee fornication
Every sin that a man doeth
Is without the body
But he that committeth fornication
Sinneth against his own.”
(1 Corinthians 6:18)

My friend, you've chosen
The best way to falter
For from this place, even
The strictest of seraphs abscond
No blood stains my unholy altar
But the ichor of my darling Hecate's cunt

You've been misled, for this is paradise
A better fate could not a man befall
Should you run
Then the laughter of my brethren
Shall haunt you in your every step
Until the end of it all

You may call me Asmodeus
Recline; you've come a way
Oh, cease this drawl; you're boring us
Waste no breath; you're here to stay

Have you felt the succubI's fellation?
It is better than the eunuchs
Care to divulge
I procure such lustful wonders
As to quell the very rage of God
Should he only care to indulge