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DISCLAIMER-

The following is fiction, based upon traditional yuletide prose. This story, intended for halloween chills, and readings on other unholy nights, is not to imply that its author is a follower of the devil, nor has he ever been. The author recommends it not be read to young children and sternly disavows any personal kinship with the darklord lucifer. Although, once we did have coffee in a london tea house, and the fucker stiffed me with the cheque.....

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‘TWAS the night before Halloween,

And all throughout HELL

All the demons were dreaming

Of the night HEAVEN fell.

All the crosses were hung

Upside down for bad luck,

In hopes that St. Peter'd, soon

Wallow in muck.

THE sinners were burning,

In the river of Styx,

While visions of Hades, danced

‘Pon candlewicks.

And the lieutenants of hell

All awaited the nod,

For setting in motion

The rebellion ‘gainst God.

WHEN up from the fires,

There rose such a beast:

He sprang forth with horns,

Serpents tail and rams fleece!!!

Away to the heavens

He flew with his flame, he

Kicked in the Gates, and then

Threw back God's name .

AND what to God's terrified eyes had appeared?

But a chorus of demons, and

More than He'd feared!

With a satanic leader, so

Evil and grim,

God knew in a moment, it

Must be ‘St. Sin'.

MORE rapid than lightening, the

Demons, they came,

And screaming messianicly, St. Sin

Called them by name:

"On Lucifer! On Satan!

On Balbereth, and Leviathan!

On Mephestopolies! On Beelzebub!

On Belial and Orion!

To the edges of HEAVEN,

Like a slaughterhouse sow,

Kill them all!

Kill Them All!!

KILL THEM ALL... NOW!!!"

AS God turned His head, to

Run from the sight, down

The avenues of Heaven, and

Into the night,

God was dressed in all silk, from

HIS head right on down,

‘Though the back of HIS trousers,

Once white, were now brown!

St. Sin's eyes, they twinkled, his

Mouth broke a smile, he

Knew Heaven would fall

Within just a short while.

THE demons grabbed God, and

They put Him in ties, and

He shook like a baby,

Just before a baby cries.

God spoke not a word, but

Fell straight out of grace, and

Dropping His stockings,

Turned red in the face!

AND raising His finger, the

Middle one, UP,

God called to St. Sin, who

In turn, raised his cup.

God sprang to His sleigh, and

Yelled: "Go Fuck Yourselves, Well!"

Then away God retreated, on

The day Heaven fell.

AND I heard St. Sin's reply, as

He drove God from sight:

"To hell with you all,

It's been a hell of a night!"

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