No rest for the wicked
who must pay back all
they took from the righteous
one world prepares
for the reckoning
not the one I belong to
the lawless will lead
the bastards to the block
the last sound they know
leave my mind out of it
don't look my way at all
not much mercy here
I won't write the poem
of guns & grievances tonight
today there was kindness
can't even get a good kip in the ever after
ReplyDeleteLawless heads on a block - oh crickey! But fabulous to see a bit of kindness peeking through in lawless land:)
ReplyDeleteI cleared up the ambiguity. Sorry.
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