Where Their Worm Never Dies
Rats and roaches in volcanic streams
From snares, traps, and webs there is no escape
Bad vows made of violence
Now in blackness they all vent
Where their worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
Killer kings and queens now they all are sick slaves
Rich and ruthless rulers all stripped bare,slashed and slain
With forever to think about their monstrous lives all horribly mispent
Where their worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
Maniacal millionaires all sitting and strapped to electric chairs
No means of escape from this necronightmare
And this new beginning becomes their final end
Where their worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
The tide of time keeps twisting and turning
The fires of forever keep blazing and burning
While the worms keep on seething and squirming
No fear of the future
No care of consequence
Where their worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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