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Wages of Sin

Revenge isnít my style.  
Iíll patiently sit back,  
leaving the dirty work to Karma.
Clean hands, clear conscience  
 
Word on the street is  
life on the run, ainít so fun.  
And despite all the bitches  
keeping you warm at night,  
Youíre 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 Iím certain Lucifer  
is already carving out  
a special place  
in hell for you.  
 
Iíll 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 canít.  
Forcing you to look me in the eyes,  
laying the truth of who you are  
on the table,
For you to live with, sober.  
 
Itís going to be academy award winning,  
best performance in a drama.  
leaving you to save face  
with your ďboysĒ...  
 
Handing you  
your balls back,  
then walking out.
Lazy_Dead
Written by Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
Published | Edited 31st Jul 2020
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