Utilitarianist In Hell

I've had enough of human poison

To fill my pores with grief

I made my colossal wit from scratching the surface

With the hundreds of thousands of soldiers

I command with my lungs

So with this strength of battalions

We kill for utility

I bathe my compassion

With words of discernment will they

Praise us for selflessness

Sacrifice righteousness for life

These ghosts of holy corpses bow

Oh come child you have made us proud

The words of wiser men will sound

Our crimes are numerous and loud