And they pray all night, all day.
See a prayer now as its heavenly trail
Leaves no doubt as to its whereabouts
But look - it's gone the other way
Across the putrid bubbling Styx
Into the seventh circle
Where They'll meet the other prayers
Of fellow fraudsters
And traitors to every decency.
We will see your power diminish,
And rat's tails dinners will you finish
Like the poor in starving Paris
In Hades you'll have nothing so lavish
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excellent. Makes you think, especially the last two lines.