My Dear Wormwood

My Dear Wormwood I'm pleased with your progress

I hear your patient is feeling doubt and is slipping

He's falling from grace at a nice even pace

My Dear Wormwood I'm delighted to hear

Your patient's made some new friends

We've checked them they're all clear

They're worldly, intelligent, and cynically secure

My Dear Nephew don't hurry your patient

You may awaken him to his real position

Let him think that his actions don't matter at all

The infernal police have informed me

you're patient's leaning towards the other side

You've got to bring us back some food Wormwood

or become food yourself

I've enclosed a booklet for incentive

On the new "House of Corrections for Incompetent Tempters"

You'll find every page to be far from dull

And in a moment you've let a soul slip through your fingers

I can hear the howl of sharpened famine

For it's loss echoes on and on through the kingdom of noise

There was a clearing of his eyes

and he knew what you had in him

We now have nothing! Oh the degradation of it!

My Dear Wormwood My Dear Dear Wormwood

I think the high command will give me a piece of you

I feel anxious to see you, I long to embrace you

Poppet fool, hunger drool

Ravenous for swine infernal

Forever damned serve your sentence

In eternal hell!