How much hell
Is worth being right
Such a wicked spell to
Sanctify your fight
With venom in your voice
Hellfire and brimstone
You clench your fists
Grandstanding on mass graves
Ranting and raving of all this saves
Obstinate to the end of days
Whatever hell you’ll have to raise
Leave nothing spared for gawdly praise
With venom in your voice
Hellfire and brimstone
You raise your fists
Shame the souls of all you know
Never keep your voice down low
All you hear in your own echoes
Rage ruthlessly and come to blows
Lose all love to thumb your nose
With venom in your voice
Hellfire and brimstone
You stain your fists
Righteousness is what you claim
Obeying rules however insane
As life is lost to play this game
Rejoice in all your virtue’s pain
With venom in your voice
Hellfire and brimstone
You rinse your fists
Come to terms when it’s too late
Realize righteousness was only hate
You’ll blame it all on heaven or fate
With venom in your voice
Heart failure and then some
You stare at your fists
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