Where are you?

Where are You?

Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.
While their precious world is softly crying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?

Corruption and greed, the path they choose,
Leaving starving children, sick and shying.
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due

Whisked away by the voice of a lovely muse,
Poor souls seduced to think they are flying,
in their darkest of hours, where are you?

Sad fools praise you, trapped in lines of drab pews
They shun cretins with loud gasps and sighing
Drowning in Hell, they pay the Devil's Due.

Their lives are run, seemingly as if zoos,
Veils thrown upon eyes from constant lying,
in the darkest of hours, where are you?

I lay low, pronouncing you as no ruse,
though my resolve is slowly dying.
Drowning in hell, I pay your Devil's Due,
But in my darkest hour, where are you?