Spiders are where the hatred is born,
Cutting spitefully as flesh to thorn,
Only once the oath is sworn,
The sins and worries leave at dawn.
When Satan opens up his room,
The bodies come in pairs of two,
Dambed soals are met by his loom,
Regret their decisions ever soon.
The hell hounds bark and bite,
Shows the tortured soals their might,
Creepy crawleys scurry from sight,
With no regard for wrong or right.