What a beautiful day to be in hell, to hear the screams and wails of the damned, that ride on the gusts of wind that flow across this retchid land, doesn't it send shivers down your spine how you can be so cold when fires burn eternally all around you, so wouldn't you say that it is a beautiful day to splash and dash in and through the puddles of blood that spot the ground of this cursed land, oh what joy we can find in our sentence of eternal pentance, don’t you agree that it’s a beautiful day to be in hell to feel the heat of the burning bodies of the damned and forsaken and smell that fresh rancid air tainted with the smell of a million rotten souls and corpses that call this infernal world have come to call their home, so don’t you agree that it’s a wonderful day to frolic and play, to run through the fields of of smoldering coals and brimstone, so come and breathe in that smoke filled air, as we burn in eternal agony and enjoy the sights and sounds as we pay our price for our sinful choices in life.