The Road to Elysium: Parts 1 & 2

My story's turning out well. I wonder what I should use for Part 3. Part 1: World A world is not in human hands But in the grip of greed Whose champions make cruel demands Upon the ones in need Thus honest work is undermined Turned crooked and uncouth To capture and in darkness blind All seekers of the truth And nowhere is the truth mocked more Than where the people claim That truth and justice are their core And happiness their aim For bitter knowledge fails to sell Unless made sweet with lies And long experience would tell Of virtue's slow demise To make the truth, they form a club Against persistent doubt Endeavouring to poets snub And keep the riffraff out And if the masses wish to back Another's voice instead The club falls on him like a pack And seize his words to shred In such a world did Raymond write As but the bravest dared Directly in the teeth of spite Unflinchingly, he stared Producing from his noble views The nectar of his sight Determined by the words he used To put corruption right Though countless praises for his bids From sharing had been won He stood alone within the midst Of followers not one The evil club would then descend Upon his humble home And scatter wide among its friend The beauty of his tome When Raymond saw how were adored Pretenders in his place While he stayed callously ignored His grief he could not face Depleted of his finest gems Bereft of slightest hope As time provided no amends He gave his neck the rope Part 2: Netherworld Manifested Raymond's ghost Upon a foreign plane Attended to by gracious host And wholly free of pain She told him that her name was Faith They shimmered in their state To go the metaphysic length He'd tensely have to wait The netherworld appeared surreal Suspended in her cage It limited his total field And froze him in his age The place was cozy in the stars But feeling oddly small He chose the space beyond its bars To either rise or fall Once outside, pleased to hover clear A better view was gained And downward sagged his jaw in fear At what the light explained: Her opulent menagerie A silken menace spun Her limbs by four outnumbering And stinger poised to stun! Towards the mortal realm he sped Away from cunning snare And came out distantly ahead Of every body there His eyes could pierce the hardest shell And see the inner hue Their destinies he gathered well From his advantaged view It was his privilege to save A good soul from concern But no direction Raymond gave From evil's fatal turn With other ghosts he flew a race To catch the priceless show Of panic on the bad soul's face When it's their time to go In dungeons by themselves designed Their shackles starkly drape And nowhere will the cursed find A prospect of escape Against their rise he held up firm To keep hereafter pure But great rewards were yet to earn And his success unsure Part 3: Ascension (to be continued)
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