![]() The B*****d's BribeA Poem by grayday104![]() 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 © 2013 grayday104Author's Note
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Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 Tags: Blade drawn, drugs, hell, bribery, preserved pain, journal, shame, Devil, time, crime Author
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