Handbaskets In Hell

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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