House of Ruckus

There is no lure or want to draw us back,
Having once been to the house of ruckus.
Unlawful pleasures that house doesn’t lack
For both the foolish and intrigued of us.
Winning roulette, cleaning the house with dice,
In revelry not shy, on drugs and booze,
Welcome to enter, leaving is not nice,
But when the loot is gone your soul you'll lose,
Adorned with costly gold and jewels to boot.
Around his house you may be wandering,
But to get home you may not know the route,
And to wait there you may be pondering.
Do take the hand of God who understands,
Who on the cross met all your sins' demands.