For all of you who want to reign in Hell,
I got terribly disappointing news to tell:
That throne has countless contenders;
the true heirs thrive on you pretenders.
And as your usefulness certainly ends,
you will be backstabbed by old friends.
All that you so lust to have and control,
will turn to ash at the cost of your soul.
Must the whole world perpetually burn,
before you at long last accept to learn?