Hell is Hungry

He's so voracious
That's how he was made
Never to be satisfied
No matter how much he ate

Day in day out
His victims he brutally claims
Without the slightest remorse
He bruises and maims

He possesses accomplices
Who do his dirty job
Entranced they work into schools
And smoke innocent pupils

Hell is a sick dude
Pain is his pleasure
Sadness is his joy
And death's the very life he lives

Dark,cold and mysterious
He shuttles to and fro
Looking for souls to suck
Up and down he goes

Roaming fierce and freely
Never contempted with his prize
Himself a walking dead
With fire in his eyes

He breaks the hearts of lovers
Cuts dreams short
In this life or the other
One day he'll be stopped

But till then he's hungry
And he has to feed
Many more victims will he claim
In his endless greed