The burning lake of fire is my abode
I falsely manufactured alpha dog
To contemplate a sin in xian code
Is bad as sin itself at epilogue
I backtracked humbly like a creaky cog
Yet people wouldnt listen biased to lie
The broader proof I pitched in second slog
The subtle social animal too dry
I sunk among the beta males awry
Thus washed to podium prompting finger wags
All praise to x the saviour went the cry
As balding cherubs handed canvas gags
A were wolf winked at me and pointed pike
I dove in sulphur surf I learnt to like
Chorus pike bill halberd
