Satan's Midnight ExpressA Poem by AetherealTake a ride on this demonic train. It's a ride that you'll never forget.Satan's Midnight Express
Choo-choo. Choo-choo. Waa-waaa-waaaaaa. Racing down from Heaven's height,
driven by a mournful plight locomotion filled with fright shows the fist of Satan's might. Choo-choo. Choo-choo. Waa-waaa-waaaaaa.
In its narrowing of sight
tunneling where fires ignite hate, indifference, greed, and spite, it shuns every guiding light. Choo-choo. Choo-choo. Waa-waaa-waaaaaa.
With a scream, it stops on site
far below where demons fight. Hounds-of-Hell who tear, and bite sense their prey with great delight. Choo-choo. Choo-choo. Waa-waa-waaaaaa.
Souls are pulled into a blight, tunnels fuming, pressing tight, black, and hard as ebonite. Get your ticket. Ride tonight. Choo-choo. Choo-choo. Waa-waa-waaaaaa.
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