Satan is glad—when I am bad,
And hopes that I—with him shall lie
In fire and chains—and dreadful pains.
And liars dwell—with him in hell,
And many more—who cursed and swore,
And all who did—what God forbid.
And I have not—done what I ought;
I am not fit—with God to sit.
And angels bright—all clothed in white.
I will confess—my naughtiness,