Starting down the dreary trench
Toward an unknown destination
I smelt a rancid yet familiar stench
The smell of greasy damnation
Human forms I could not yet see
Bound by cholesterol's incarceration
They hoped for what could not be
They brought upon their own hell
For this lock there was no key
The gluttonous thieves strained to yell
But uttered no sound
To the monsters stop! they could not tell
As their stomachs began to pound
And their bodies began to swell
Like a balloon they grew round
Until the cry came echoing from the bell
Held by the grim faced demon
Did the sinners insides expel
What they had greedily eaten
Then the process would begin again
And their souls would slowly weaken
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