Waltz of the Wicked

You thought it would be scorching down here?
Oh no, my dears...
It is simply damnably... slippery.
Maestro, give me A-minor, before their knees start trembling.


Fix your tie, sir, it’s slid all askew,
It is not the custom here to wear a noose.
Forget that nonsense about Judgment due,
We age down here, but never decompose.
Look there, the hypocrite is bored and stark,
Beside him—a widow with a stolen gem.
I personally open up this park
For those who lost their way among the men.




No prayers allowed. No "pardon me" to say.
We have eternity to rot and play!
Grab your partner, don't look in the eye...
One, two, three...
One, two, three...
The storm is nigh!

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This is the Sinner's Waltz! Dancing on the rim!
Spin until the conscience dries upon the skin!
Don't fear the stumble, there is nowhere left to fall!
We are the century's best errors, after all!
The hall is spinning like a roulette wheel of knaves,
We all are kings here, we are all just slaves.
(Manic laughter echoing)


No need for weeping, lady, mascara flows like rain,
This makeup suits you better, implies a stain.
We’ll forge your virtue over, break the chain,
Into a metal that is harsher, causing pain.
There are no mirrors—why see fear in sight?
Here’s only rhythm, breaking spines tonight.
We dance on ruins, bones beneath our set,
And this, damn it, is a gorgeous pirouette!


Do you hear it?
Up there, they are singing psalms...
How boring.
How bland.
How... cramped.
BUT HERE WE HAVE A BALL!



This is the Sinner's Waltz! The final twist and shout!
Who hasn’t sinned enough—start now, let it out!
Tear off the masks, to hell with etiquette!
We have one ticket for this whole quartet!
Spin!
Break!
Burn!
In this dance, there is no "Return"!


Thank you for the dance.
Next.