876 ?From the cord from the ball the line
I never bothered to tie
To find my way back to the sunshine
I dropped a line I cast a fly
into the bloody steam of the chasm
where the waters fell into the pit where I
And my guide that stoic phantasm
stood looking down where he told me
to drop the line and there came a spasm
that ripped the other end away from me
and by God up flew this thing
Above us and circled one two three
With a politician’s small and waxy batwings
Settle down beside us
Didn’t say a single thing
And my guide climbed on his back with no fuss
And motioned me to join him
As if motioning me to get on a bus
and sit beside him perched there on the rim
of the seething pit of hell
So I crossed myself and went out on the limb
And the beast launched out for a moment we fell
for a moment my heart popped
then slowly we circled the well
of souls below us where the steam stopped
And he began to circle and gyre
As we slowly slowly dropped
Into the deep fire
Then I saw a multitude
of spirits circling the ledge on the edge of that dire
drop they sat at the margin of the latitude
of hell, “those who took from those in need” the Poet hissed
“Those who stole away the children’s food
Forever pulled down toward deeper hell by what they pissed
away on things that didn’t satisfy them anyway
still their greed pulls them down they wouldn’t be missed
But leave them, onto the next act of the play
time to seek the center of it all
As we come to this black Friday
When the betrayer dropped the dime and made the call
You will see the end of it”
And as the beast banked at the wall
And dropped us at the edge of a stepped pit
turned and flew away and I said “hey man I smell shit”
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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