As death sinks its claws into your body and drags you down to the subway tunnel of light.
The path less traveled daily..the dirt nap we've all been waiting for.
The slip into the dark side of it all, into the place no one can describe.
Swirling angels and dancing devils await on your late arrival.
They know your name, they know who you were.
They know the temptations they offer and the gains of sin.
They know the cost of a day well served.
They know the treacheries of the daily grind.
and they know about the souls to be lost and saved.
They know the list of naughty and nice and the cost and price.
They sell you off with a smile to eternal damnation, or so they say.
just to make it through another day of deals and smiles.
Forgotten names by the wayside of memory and reality.
Clouded judgment in this place of sin and debauchery
with a loss count of morals and self control accounts.
Lost in the isle of life.. One side light the other dark.
Another day down at the park.
Sell your soul with a smile and a laugh.
While the angels and devils do the math.
Sin away common man.. we all have to repent sometime.
Don't do the crime unless you can do the time.
Eternity knows no bounds in the abscess of reality.
but maybe this is all just a made up fable of a God fantasy.

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/18/2001
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