All the way to hell

The righteous feed the fire

burning in the bottle

while the lost drink the ashes

of what could have been

The rich suck the marrow

from the bones of dying children

while the poor search the heavens

for the hope of better days

The corrupted steal the truth

from the shores of dying lakes

while the truthful hold hidden dances

in enclaves none may take

The shadows cast their spell

upon the seething masses

but the light burns these bastards

all the way to hell.