The party of the sinners: A poem 

Death row of the good 

is in their wine and in their food 

That their only and withheld truth 

is they got away with the loot 

And on their forks and spoons 

are mangled suns and distorted moons 

Masticate on flesh and blood 

Give the devil each one-third 

They had a party for millennia 

And hijacked every newborn ear 

that to be evil is not dear  

A diamond mine sits in the rear 

And at the party they sing: 

The beast king is king  

Poison permeates everything 

His hand is raised in the ring 

He will have his offsprings 

And in triumph spread his wings 

So it be, so it be 

In his night, we will run free