An Eternal Stain

 Through the abundance of your delicacies, they have been made rich..

You flaunted your plums, in the midst of the rain..

Now the reward in your prison, is an eternal st

ain.

How much did it cost, to adhere to the lies?

To fill every cup, to attract every fly..

All manner of flavours, as a feast well prepared..

To torment the weaklings, who ate from your fare..

With songs and with dance, you drew in the crowd..

Their fortunes were told, abundantly loud.

Like a mighty wind blowing, you set forth your trap..

To catch those who hungered, upon your lusty lap.

Till eternity ends, your days have been set..

Without any ointment, or grasses made wet.

Your followers choice and home is below..

So weep if you must, but to hell you will go.