Arriving in the hell of hells,
I saw the bonfires, smelled the ash
And heard the cacophonic yells
Of those tormented by the lash.

I didn’t know why I was there
So looked around for one to ask
And found a demon going spare
While taking some poor wretch to task.

“I wonder,” I presumed to say,
“If you could tell me why I’m here.”
The demon turned to look my way
And answered smiling ear to ear,

“I can’t be sure but think you’ll find
You’re here because you’ve got a mind.”

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