I guess someone has to go first. Blame Cyn for this hellish effort she inspired:
REASONS TO REPENT
God makes us each a custom-fitted hell.
In yours, perhaps, you'll never see the sky.
In mine, they'll make me write a villanelle.
For some, damnation means to say farewell
to those you love the best, and not know why.
God makes us each a custom-fitted hell,
our private, you-may-not-check-out hotel.
Yours has rules that simply don't apply
in mine. They'll make me write a villanelle
and taunt me with this promise: Do it well,
proceed to heaven. Fat chance, but I'll try.
God makes us each a custom-fitted hell.
For some, hell's just a stench that you must smell,
for others, where you burn but never die.
For me, it's where I write a villanelle,
for you, you could be chained inside a cell
and forced to read it. Gulp! The end is nigh.
Repent! It's not too late. Or else in hell
you may be doomed to read my villanelle.
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