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