The B*****d's Bribe

Bribing the devil

Quick to cut like a blade drawn
By the blade of a knife i carry on
A blade to cut a knife to hold
Wearing their blood as I hunt out white gold

Once  sweet  with a hard life
Now a bad man with a bloody knife
With powder on my boots and a blackened eye
Killing for the drugs that get me high
My highs gone cold
I need to score
I'm bringing my knife door to door

A blood stained journal their lives written down
Other's pain I've preserved in noun
Their pain on the pages I don't fade
A reminder of the choices I've made
The immortal lines been damned by time!
Writing it down my folly of a crime
A blood stained journal a tale of my shame
My poor choices and their lasting pain

The Devil gets his due off the bad man's gain
nickeling and diming with lives like a game
One fallen that died his chance to survive
Saving his soul and sparing his hide

The gates of hell now open wide
The barterer his bribe this b*****d that died
One long list of tragic pain
Sinners theirs sins and a trade without shame

Sins a many long list to drag
From side swipers to bellowing hags
One wicked man the list he kept
his bargaining chip and other's regret

The wicked, their follies, one long list
The b*****d, his bribe, and a hell fire fix

Author's Note

Has religious undertones