Where the Worm Never Dies

where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched...foolish sinner souls stay drowning and drenched in streams of blood,sulfer and sweat...there is no escape from eternitys snares,traps,and webs like rats and roaches and mice and men in a volcanic river of rage 1000 times a day the ruthless and truthless get severed and slain where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched earthly kings and queens turned into eternal slaves...once riding on the fence now they're screaming in the flames their senses are invaded by the horrible stench...the misery and madness it just makes no sense rich rulers and high henchmen stripped bare to the bone...they can't buy their way out because hell is their home left in pitch blackness to think about their sins and mistakes where the worm never dies and their fire's never quenched maniacle millionaires sitting in electric chairs...savage succers stop and stare they best beware and repent...put down that whiskey bottle,crack pipe,and mad monkey wrench where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched the tide it keeps on turning and the nightmare is never ending that worm of forever keeps bending and burning mistaken and misguided they all swim in the fire...their memories get mangled as they long to retire no hope for tomorrow and no fear of consequence where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched anthony_beesley@yahoo.com