Let's Raise Our Glasses of Hellfire

I never get jealous,
I always feel envy.
---My language reflects
Excess.

Heathen at heart
I've got seven sins
And they'll kill ya.
I flirt with each one,
And on occasion
I make it a night.
Orgiastic atmosphere,
The prelude to Hell.
A menagerie of demons,
Ambassadors from each layer,
Possessing the mortal coils,
Corrupting.

When I do that dive,
Plunging to the depths
The real party will start.
And there will be
All of my old friends flashing
Devilish grins my way.