These Are One More. _ by: unknown forgotten

The mouth that came out of the ground
Reached with its tongue and teeth
To pull the man down
And the furnace that powers the tongue
Was run by burning coal
Shoveled by a subterranean servant

Further down beneath the hole in the ground
Was a vat of acid
Not far away Satan sits on his thrown and laughs
As he spears his only follower
The smoke that the furnace pours
Flows into the sky
Here the lonely ones come to warm there hands

And a winged man stands and observes the mouth
And a boy stands with a gun at the wings back
Somewhere between the mouth and smoke
Stands a soul burning from head to toe