YUP, WE BUGGED HELL! NOT NICE, NOT NICE AT ALL!

The lords of Pandemonium, when at dinner
Have choice of every kind of deadly sinner.
Who knows what most delights their debased palate,
The bloody tyrant, or perverted prelate?

Said Satan seated at the nightly feast,
"I'll have the Bishop, Beelzy, you the Priest."
Beelzebub replied with face downcast,
"You get the heretic, I the pederast."

From Belial, "Think how Bodily Ressurection
"Will so enhance our great House of Correction.
The shrieking soul, with cringing flesh complete,
Basted, crisped, quivering on a piping plate."