Let me show you the way...
Pain and pleasure, condemned to hell
Its changed from Dante’s days
The battering winds which punish lust,
power machines of conquest
Minos readies them to conquer paradise
Beasts of earth have excelled after demise
The Uncommitted - naked and futile,
command the hornets, weapons of war
Their anguished screams, now battlecries
Charon’s boat transformed, a battleship
Cerberus, the monster of hell
commands the gluttons in the freezing mire
Cold and empty they howl like dogs
Instill fear in the strongest hearts
Hoarders and squanderers unite
Weapons of joust now battle arms
Plutus shouts “Papé Satàn, papé Satàn aleppe”
Angels quiver hearing the sounds of hell
The stinking waters of Styx rise up
Savage self-frustration maketh the Sullen numb
Covered in slime, filled with hatred
Phlegyas channels their fury for war
The heretics walk out of their flaming tombs
Their intellect blazing, strategizing
Now we see the seventh circle
Where the Minotaur stands gnawing himself
His strength, his loathing still intact
Behind him masters of violence, the men of gore
Condemned to be immersed in boiling blood
They stand with the centaurs, their tormentors
The second ring, where the Harpies fly
The gnarled, thorny trees with trapped souls made into weapons
The ones with the burnt backs - Blasphemers of the third ring, harness the great flakes of flame
As the weeping Usurers and the running Sodomites help them build a war machine of fire
Geryon - the grotesque monster of fraud, perched on a clifftop, the one with the scorpion tail and the face of an honest man watches as the damned get ready for war
(to be continued...)