Lowest Levels
Hell’s paradise slithers on the floors
Serpents, demons, and laughing whores
As water pines for lower levels
Humanity dances at demonic revels
Satisfaction comes in many different forms
Gentile whispers and tempestuous storms
Humanity needs a diabolical mix
Of sneering smiles from raging lunatics
While water searches for open seas
A sacred journey for heaven to please
Mankind searches for the devil’s delight
For gentle souls and demons to unite
To home he takes these savory sins
To sing to his friends the devil’s hymns
Songs of pride for all what he found
He holds his head high like a pompous clown
Water and humanity are
Still worlds apart
Even though they both
Seek the lowest levels