The devil stirs the smoking blackened vat
Of stinking burning human animal fat.
At Mankind's terrible expense this ingredient
Sates the diabolically foul brew: the dead so obedient.
Soap made from the very beginnings of time,
From the blackest of damned hearts: never a crime.
Used to cleanse the world of all accumulated good,
Ravaging darkness never disappearing as it should.
Evil nourishes upon the venal excesses of the greedy,
Hoarded in the face of the pleading needy.
Loosen this despicable self-defeating scheme,
Live life truly, as a gleam in a mountain stream.
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