When Hell was posturing as high water,
I got into the largest craft with the most lifeboats.
When Hell began to freeze over,
I shifted the direction of the rudder South
And lifted the second and third sail.
When Hell built its own highway for me,
I took a plane high over the dark pavement.
When my friend decided to descend into Hell,
I suggested he might drag himself out
In the emergency hand basket provided.
Although the road to Hell is paved with good intentions,
Heaven and Hell are often mistaken for each other.
There is always a fresh Hell to replace random Hells people
Might have missed. That’s why people say...
Run from trouble like a bat out of Hell and if not prepared;
Bloody Hell.
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