Of a demonic tome I've been given trust.
All pages of doom, the Heaven's disgust.
But in such foul book I've found a solution.
To make the clown play with great retribution.
And so he shall squeal like little small swine
As he gazes at the Hells, his final punchline.
To show him his end is not only but just.
But may cure forever his murderous lust.