HELL TO PAY

HELL TO PAY

Satan’s asleep, out in the field, time to hit the hay,
Lucifer’s a tired old man, lots of evil fills his day.
Diabolical machinations, which empire should tumble and fall,
He owes a debt to no one, holds malice to the masses all.

So careful where you plant your feet, be mindful where you tread,
Watch your step and take good care or you may just end up dead.
The devil’s napping in the field, and evil’s kept at bay,
But wake him at your peril for there’ll be hell to pay.

Hell to pay for cheaters, hell to pay for the lying man,
Hell to pay for the fool who has built his house on shifting sands.
Stick to the true and trusted path, never trust a psychopath.
Less life explode, your world implode, and turn into a blood bath.

Hell to pay for the greedy, hell to pay for the callous ones,
Whose only concern is their own return, their day in the fading sun.
Stick to the true and the tried in life, never take a faithless wife,
And be transparent as the sun, walk only in the light.

Satan is slumbering, a light sleeper he,
Out in the field, better let him be.
Only a stupid fool at best would dare disturb a hornet’s nest,
For fear of dreaded pitchforks twisting slowly in the breeze,
Pestilence and famine, communicable disease.

Satan is slumbering, reloading his gun,
Best not disturb him, just turn and run.
Run for the mountains, head for the hills,
And plan your escape from a myriad of ills.

For a slow brief stretch of hallowed time,
The devil’s tired and kept at bay.
But rouse him at your peril, or there’ll be hell to pay.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2011
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