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LUCIFER'S WOE.

Lucifer cam up from the very depths of Hell,
Complained that he wasn't feeling too well.
He went to heaven to speak with God,
He wanted a holiday from his awful job.
Saint Peter he said, Please let me in,
For I have had enough from Human sin.
My maker I'll ask to set me free,
Modern man is too much for me.
All my Hobgoblins and Devils from Hell,
Want to be freed from this job as well.
In days of old we had things easy,
But with Modern Man our stomachs are queasy.
Even below in the very depths of hell,
They try to corrupt me and the devils as well.
Saint Peter looked thoughtful, Then let him in,
Said, 'Go to the Lord, Tell it to him.
Lucifer went to God in his Heaven above,
Told of his woe's and men's lack of love.
The Good Lord smiled a knowing smile,
'Have patience Lucifer, Just for a while.
For the time is nearly ripe as you can see,
> From Man-kind we will soon be free.
For the ways on Earth are not to my taste,
Corruption, War, Murder, such a sinful waste.
Punishment my dear Lucifer, is no longer in hell,
Man's hell is now upon Earth, It serves just as well.
It wont be long till judgement day,
Then we can be happy in the good old way.
The way it was before I made Man,
Who broke all the rules of my Heavenly Plan.

Bernard
Shaw.