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Eternity is a longish time And poses certain problems Chief of these is probably How to handle energy. The fires of hell for quite some time They’ve now been keenly burning And all the gases they give off Are rising up to heaven. The sulphur and the carbon Emitted by the fires Mix with clouds drifting up To paradise above. No doubt advances have been made - Filters have been added - And stokers in the fire rooms Try and economise. But nonetheless celestial rain Has turned indeed quite acid The angels' wings have pockmarks And a film of grimey soot. The situation in the clouds Causes great alarm For those in charge the time has come To stop this toxic dose. A delegation from above They visit down below: You must curtail the harmful gases They're ruining heaven’s habitat. But gentlemen we have a task The little devils answer: To sizzle all these sinners For ever and a day. The saints they quickly realise They have to strike a deal And offer to supply them with Cleaner coal to burn. They're not quite sure it will suffice To clean the air above Maybe then the only way Is close down hell for good.
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