Docile Sheep

Turn the other cheek they say
Be slow to speak or to react
Somoene up there's always watching you
If you sin or you take a dump

Worry not my child
All your prayers, they are heard
Pointlessly, just repeat
Every night before bed

We're so damn lucky on this place
Hellfire's not meant for our kind
Too bad everyone else hopes none
But to torturously die

Heed my words, you are safe
From my hell's burning pits
It's not hard to stay out
Just be my docile sheep

Hellfire's not meant for our kind
Yet we all torturously die