Demonic Do-gooding

“You’ve fallen behind your quota,”

Satan said. He stared at the demon.

Stephen stammered, “Well, Sir, uh-,”

“Save it,” Satan went on.

“This is number eleven.” 

“Hell works a certain way.

When you change what we do

you tip the scales a different way.

I’m afraid you’re through.”

“NO!” Stephen begged and cried.

“It won’t happen again!” he tried

to bargain. Satan sighed.

“It’s too late, Stephen.”

Satan stamped a form in blue.

“Off you go, up to heaven.”

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