Wages of Sin

Revenge isn’t my style.    
I’ll patiently sit back,  
leaving the dirty work to Karma.  
Clean hands, clear conscience  
 
Word on the street is  
life on the run, ain’t so fun.  
And despite all the bitches  
keeping you warm at night,  
You’re still broken and alone.  
 
Mistakes have a way of  
catching up to us.  
And the consequences  
of your actions,  
will soon collect their debt.  
 
The earthly wage of your sins Is,  
years of your life wasted  
in a cell.  
The spiritual debt, is  
yours to negotiate  
with God.  
But I’m certain Lucifer  
is already carving out  
a special place  
in hell for you.  
 
I’ll get my justice, in time.  
In the jailhouse visiting room.  
When I sit across from you at the table  
You, close enough to touch me,  
but can’t.  
Forcing you to look me in the eyes,  
laying the truth of who you are  
on the table,    
For you to live with, sober.  
 
It’s going to be academy award winning,  
best performance in a drama.  
leaving you to save face  
with your “boys”...  
 
Handing you  
your balls back,  
then walking out.