I’ve been to hell and back

I’ve been down the withering heights

Where people are turned towards their smothering blights

Where snakes crawl through and out their slithering lights

I’ve seen the inferno Dante calls home

I’ve seen it all layer by layer, not missing a single meter

Where people can be seen bearing the cross of peter

Where people have thought that sin could be no neater

I’ve been to hell and back

I’d do it again and again, till the end of my days

So I can be blessed and see the wrong of my ways.