The Pope

The pope was in a splendid mood on a pretty day
Gave his benediction to his servants
"The more you suffer in life
The more you will be elevated
In eternity, in eternity, in eternity, in eternity, ..."

"Hey there, bring me the infidels!
Bring me the heathens!
On such a pretty day, the fires will grow high
Their bodies may turn to ashes
But their souls will burn from now
To eternity, to eternity, to eternity, to eternity, ..."

The pope left his throne to watch the spectacle
Unfortunately stumbled on his robe
As his head crashed into the marble
The colours vanished, and darkness gave him
The final answer:
No eternity! No eternity! No eternity! No eternity!