We crossed the way across the path
In that land of fiery downpour
That outpouring of wrath
I said “all this I’ve seen and more
to come I don’t know what to make
of it what I’ve seen on this desolate shore
It’s just a little bit too much to take
I’ve seen friends here men I admire
Is it justice for these few to bake
while warlike scoundrels dodge the fire
was the world not better for their passing
when will there be the reckoning
That answers the questions I’m asking
Can you explain this poet
What is the message I’m meant to be grasping”
“We don’t know about reckoning, the hour we don’t know it
We don’t ask about the way things run
I got nothin’ I didn’t go get
for myself I reap what I sowed under the sun
And I ain’t just dishing
This up to put you off my son
We will yet learn what you are wishing
Ponder the question while we do a little fishing
This song is part of a series loosely based on Dante's Inferno. You can read an essay about this series here. You can read a more general explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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