They were looking for treasure
To bring back the pleasure
Of searching and finding
To replace this grinding
Of tissue and bone
They were all on their own
Standing shoulder to shoulder
And no one was bolder than
His shoulder comrade.
And tho they were sad
They smiled through their sorrow
There was always tomorrow
Where hope lives
And hope gives
A wee bit of reason
To maybe be pleasing
Lucifer and Satan
We meet at the gate then
Call out to enter and
Lacking dissenters
Beelzebub leads us to hell.
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