Based on Dante’s Purgatorio
Let’s now take a tour through the Purgatorio
By going back to Dante’s Alighieri’s time,
It’s all about poetic justice over there,
So let the punishment fit the crime!
They start at the base of the mountain,
From sea level they gradually ascend,
On an island surrounded by ocean,
Their souls must gradually mend.
The arrogant carry heavy boulders,
Their proud faces hilariously frowned,
For their weight crushes their bones,
Making a mighty crackling sound.
The envious up on the next level
Are stuck in an emotional rut,
They want to pull their hair out,
For their eyelids have been sewn shut.
The wrathful are on the next level,
Blinded by angry black smoke,
They try to breathe in some oxygen,
But hate makes them gag and choke.
The slothful are sleepy-eyed sluggards,
And yawning’s what they do for fun,
But now they scramble like maniacs,
Though exhausted, they run, run, run.
Next we encounter the greedy misers,
Who lie with their faces in the dust,
As scavengers they searched for money,
Wanting wealth like the upper crust.
As we continue, we see the gluttonous,
They stretch but can’t reach the fruit,
It maddens them, making them crazy,
For their hunger indeed is acute.
Ascending higher, we reach the lustful,
Who leap high through the fiery flames,
They do it to win their freedom,
In the Purgatorial Olympic Games.
On Earth, these souls were very selfish,
And their sins, oh yes, they were many,
Sadly, they chose Justice over Mercy,
So they must pay back every last penny.
Yet they journey up towards Paradise,
Cleansed so much better than soap,
For the Purgatorio is a true blessing,
Since it’s so full of heavenly hope.