Devils

Hell is empty and all the devils are here;
Running free and tainting life’s purity,  
Each manipulator an alibi - vindicating and validating,
Untouchable through the cloud of confusion - uncontrollable through their crawl of chaos,
As we chase their signposts of accusation,
And aimlessly slump our fists from devil to devil,
Trying to find the start of it all,
But we forget - hell is vacant and all the devils are hungry,
And they will never be full.
They will always be feeding on their torture,  
Always advocating greed and justifying hate,
Forever and ever passionate of envy and incessant with fear,
But never, ever full.