Anything Goes, But

No one willfully wants to assist the blight Only we seem to be, yet clearly in the right They are and must come screaming bloody Hell, what don't they understand? Something In the dark cries out, nothing comes from nothing No way no how, but endlessly they attack us, Grueling begrudging and badgering, they rack us So high and pull apart at the seems, till we give Every drop of blood in our dreams, so we live Ever thriving near the end of the road, and beg for scraps Master says are gold, gold damnation for angels, Seraphs set to weave our fortune, Telling us one thing and giving us another Oh God if I had a nickel for every time brother Got a nickel? I could use one it seems to call Irresponsibility back and get my quarter Vile venomous witch, she's called, loitering Evermore in my heart and home, so long.