It's said the lifeboat's on it's way, with room for all, well so they say. But it wont be free or free for all. There is a price, condition small. And whether this be true or not, it's said those swallowed in the rot, the lost in tasty munching slide, deeper dark in shadows hide.
In this illustrated poem collection there's honey and the nouveau riche, with blood and pain and hell unleashed.
