Put Away

The punisher will go unpunished.
The elevator doesn't go to that floor.
If it does, all will be well furnished.
The system leaves another soar.

It burns with scars, no one learns.
Three meals a day and pumpin weight.
Here, it's foul and we're concerned.
Everyone here wants to be a saint,
But they know the thought makes God want to faint.

Seeing that's it's a ditch and a shovel,
Being that my mouth is muzzled.
And my voice is muffled.
I won't live in this puzzle.
Our lives can't be shuffled anymore.