[Renate]

You sold your soul,
how much did you get?
I got a bank roll
and a Lear Jet.

Zbaby, like Joan beware of the torch
that will flick at your knickers
and leave a red scorch.

[Carl Sundell]

"Sounds like you’d have me burned at the stake."


Now devils have entered the Church at its height.
Their fiery demeanor will give some a fright.
Torquemada was a priest gone bad,
his devils afoot and horribly mad.
God would not have you burned at the stake,
nor thrown in the dragon's burning lake.

"Carl, my soul is yours to steal
From him I sold it to."

To whom, alas, did you sell your soul?
Tell me before the last bells toll.
God said: "You have the right to choose.
I am yours for your heart to win;
for the atheist's heart to lose."

[Joe Aimone]

To whom? Alas, Carl, I can't tell!
I signed a non-disclosure form as well.

[chris]

To Whom Indeed, Mr Sundell?

If God is the question under the microscope
this story won't sell.

That is the subject under discussion with meter and trope -
we're so rhetorical.

The best religion is lying in bed with grapes and papaya
and what's on the cable.

Kicking the Pope, the poor Dalai Lama, or some Ayatollah
may land you in hell.

Enough is enough. Fresh topics must rain upon this dry turf.
Time out, ring the bell.

Who brought up this topic? It's time for a channel-surf.
Leave 'Touched by an Angel'.




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[Carl Sundell]

A non-disclosure form does bind.
Yet reading fine print you may find
A loophole that will let you speak
of one who'd keep you bound and weak.
If to the Dark Prince you did sell,
what stops your mouth, the fear of Hell?

Devil got your tongue?

[Carl Sundell]

Chris

You're quite right!

Tiresome it is to write these awful rhyming jingles.
They take far much more groping than a bar for singles!



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[Joe Aimone]

It appears we've been saved from evangelization
Only to suffer Los Angelesation.

[peterjb]

The pair of you, with awful ease,
Discussing Mephistopheles
Facetiously, as if you weren't
In jeopardy of getting burnt!

Joe, would you sign a contract with
An entity you saw as myth?

If you think death's the final curtain,
You'll never know the proof for certain.
If right, you simply cease to be;
If wrong, eat crow eternally!

Better think "death has no dominion":
There's no recanting that opinion!

[chris]

Carl,

Eratosphere is that single's bar
to chat and spat and score the next gold star.

Joe,

Does one make friends or contacts in LA?
Warp Speed! Delta Quadrant's the other way.

Peter,

Wise words indeed...and yet the cosmos calls
I am not ready for Vallhalla's halls.

Chris,

Or should you off your image, unplug the cam,
admit you're just a fading hologram?



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[peterjb]

Chris, if I may gently venture...
Talking to yourself online
Is probably an early sign
Of virtual dementia.



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