Death is fine
Life is fine
Everything is fine
All it takes is time
There’s no reason
No Rhyme
Only Hell is out of season
With Heaven closed
And limbo is foreclosed
No Virgil to guide
No sin to hide
Only virtue to confide
The blood dim tide rises
The wicked and righteous gather round
Still they wear their disguises
All hoping for the crown
Yet unable to rule the kingdom
For they know not what is to come
Judgement sits upon an ivory throne
Made of forgotten bone
Yet no word from on high
Can judge the those gathered here
For even justice does lie
For the truth it does fear
The fear palpable mixed with copper scent
Is all that it knows
Laughter is all it shows
Knowing it cannot prevent
The crumbling of the center
As the soul begins to splinter
Leaving only a fraction
Left with any point of action
And that action leads to Limbo
So there is nowhere to go
