Ominous Fate
You do your business in the shadows of night,
thinking that money is your only right.
They come in droves, just to fill their need,
but you pay no attention, to what is your deed.
They beg for one more fix,
and you laugh, as you take their money, and make another mix.
One after another they die, just for you to be rich,
but you don’t stop, as you know their ending fate, is in some ditch.
With a smile and a pass of another bag of hate,
you don’t realize, you have sealed your own fate.
Hollowed and gaunt, they plea for your attention,
but in the end, you will not have forgiveness, or redemption.
You have brought a lot of people into my cold hand,
but a payment for your greed, is in demand.
You will not die by a needle, or hit of a pipe,
no, God has given me the right, to make your body ripe.
You will die in a fit of rage and hate,
oh there is no way ,to escape from this fate.
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For I am death, and I have walked with you,
and understand, my words are true.
You have peddled your last strand of white powder,
for tonight, hell will hear your soul, even more louder.
Take the money, for by midnight, it will be your end,
for tonight you will accompany death, to hell, my friend!
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