Ring Around the Roasery

Ring around the Rosary,
pocket full of posies,
stench full of death
long skeletal fingers
all clasped around my neck,
feverent ambitions
nothing but a futile quest,
a morose song fills the air,
adding more tumultuous unrest.

Ring around the rosary
for a god that doesn't care,
erroneously unjust,
we heedlessly follow
and even blindly trust.
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust,
searing embraces
sanity lost without a trace

Into the hellfire we go
destine to drown,
ashes to ashes,
we all fall down.