Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
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Kindly Now, Open.
Come.
Open then, these hulking brimstone gates.
Lest I open them for you.
I expect only the Bastard himself to greet me.
The pleasure that is my company has many sins to share.
Hurry now, else boredom snatch your prize.
Waste not a moment longer of my time; therein lies a certain throne with my name inscribed.