The soulless fly blind
Like a moth to a flame
Anything for money
And anything for fame.
Creatures without a conscience
Will do anything to win
Brazen, shameless
Cunning and cruel.
Happy to lie
And willing to kill
Snuffing out the truth
Anyway they can.
Shameless, shallow
Obnoxious and rude
Accusing others
For they have done.
Easy to predict
But hard to get rid of
The roaches in the dark
Scrambling for a crack.
See them run
And see them lie
Anything for leverage
And anything for power.
Diseased souls
Have no heart
Always trying to fill
What they do not possess.
Flinging themselves
They bow down to Satan
Bloody hands
And bloody mouths.
Dangerous when cornered
And envious of the good
Always looking for a chance
To kill or maim.
From hell it comes
And to hell it leads
Doubled over
And doubled down.
But end it will
Dead in its tracks
Run down
And run over.
A runaway train
Like an iron rod
From heaven
Sudden, sure
Swift and certain.
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