Art of Movement

THe hellhounds are on your trail

I’ve heard they always prevail

For a bargain you’ve made,

Don’t expect that it will fade

There’s nothing you can do

Whether you cast a spell, 

It will not undo

For a contract you’ve made,

None can change

Soon you’ll be soaked with your own blood

Smelling the acrid smell of your own bod

Rotting in hell all your life,

Praying that angels will still abide

Now that’s a big mistake!

You shouldn’t have made a deal with a devil

When you knew, your life’s at stake

Are you just dumb? or stupid?

Or you just want to say hi to the crossroads vermin?

Crossroads are where ancient tribes made a pact

Chanting hoodoos and voodoos

Accompanied by a priest that knows mojos

I know a man there named Crowley

The crossroads devil

Who thinks he is so mighty

Say hi to him for me my friend

For sooner or later, your life will end

So never make a deal in this road

The ever so infamous, CROSSROADS.

Me: Yeah, just let me get my book so i can read in the car.

Person: But it's only a 10 minute drive?

the feels.. :)