The never-ending lines of people
Fixed in underground chambers
Reaching itself around earth's core,
The gates of sin or light,
The fork tailed monsters can see
Through the transparent world,
Grins and halos gazed down
With a evil glimpse

The stolen, the murder
Is what's  rooted into the souls,
The holy water and lust of power
Became undivided in life,
Labeled to abide presidents,
The tall buildings of power
Would be washed away by rain
Or blood of the remembered fallen;

Being patrolled by crushed souls from beneath,
Tested by halo bearing beings of the heavens,
Victims of the evil is either sent to the pits,
The oceans of lava will wash them away,
And the white doves will carry the pure up
When the red sky rains embers
And the irrelevant will float away;

Never such secondary options,
Never such pity
As dark souls will wander endlessly
The coarse skinned, deprived of light
The thousands of red eyes glare,
The looking glass will melt,
It will last no longer
Just like the transparent world.