What Paves the Road to Hell?

"Normal" madness grips the land—
The worst of chains to bear.
Add the fools who fail to stand,
The clueless everywhere.

Three-fourths, or more, are blind and bound,
So fighting Dark is vain.
To empty minds, it "shines" profound—
As if its glow brings gain.

Yet all their faith will end in loss,
Though warnings sound anew.
Hell’s paved by goats who preach to us
With "good intentions" too.

Each stone they lay, each kindly phrase,
A bridgework strong and tight.
Believe the Dark—then run, embrace
Your Hell without a fight!



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Nauseous, harsh, and hard to tread—
If you're not a fool misled.
Since the fools are everywhere,
Race alone—speak less, take care...



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Beer destroys, and ***** wrecks,
As does standing in-between.
Born where all is bleak and hexed,
Yet you push on, still unseen.

Chasing after hollow "bliss"
Through the storms inside your soul,
Better clear the clouds than wish—
Bread won’t land within your bowl.

Loaves are grabbed by fiends and thieves,
Not just two—the swarm deceives.



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