From Dust to Dust, or the Road to a New Hell

Tinsel glitters, empty glare,
Fear and falsehood choke the air.
Time to leave—no turning back,
Dust to dust, from dust to black.

Dust to dust—this Hell decays,
Yet a New Hell waits ahead.
There, the Super-Fiends will reign,
Super-Lies and Super-Dread.

Hellish Spheres breed vipers vile,
Spawning monsters, goal in sight.
Even Satan, bored with style,
Leaves this Hell—it lacks in blight.

Thus, the path to Hell anew
Is the law none shall repeal.
Fools still trust the lies as true,
Worship chains and call them real...