The Torture Cells are Full

Choirs sing
Funerary hymns 
Grieving our violence
But tears and sorrow
Oaths and good thoughts
Cannot return the lost
To our hearts
To our presence
We are ever mourning
Our foolish actions
We keep paying the toll
Of the ferryman's cost
We keep repeating
The same mistakes
Taking the same paths
Walking over corpses steaming
Freshly killed
We have no understanding
Our choices are awash
With demons laughing
Knowing they'll be busy
In the torture cells
Tonight