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Well if you’re listening, I hope I told this story well, And you better head home, After this tale straight outta hell. I got one more to introduce, Another person, And then I promise there are no more That this is The End. I’ve been rude. I haven’t introduced myself. I lived in Eagle’s Landing, And I knew the bastard well. I told you a story Bout the man dressed all in black. It haunts the preacher’s family, Regular insomniacs. But let me be clear, He had no choice in the act. I grabbed the bastards hand, And made that bottle tip on back. I told you This was a tale straight outta hell. Allow me to be introduced, Please call me the devil. ________________________________ That night, I woke the poor bastard up. Made him get outta bed, It was time to worship. We headed to the church, But did not walk right through the door. We lagged a little back And had ourselves a little pour. I stoked the flames of fury, Blew red embers of enrage. Poked and prodded open wounds, And shook the monster’s cage. I revealed righteously the preacher Was not a well mannered man. I watched the kettle boil, And marvelled my master plan. After forty-four shots flared Fire from within, The bastard busted open the doors. Ladies shrieked to high heaven. The preacher poised in place Prayed a placid pure thought, But no divine disruption could Disturb the devil’s plot. He aimed and shot. No divine disruption could Disturb the devil’s plot. He aimed and shot.