Hell To Pay
A nowhere place, on a nowhere land,
A town dismissed with slight of hand,
A few small houses, a few less men,
If you passed it once, you`d never again.
And into this town a man arrives,
It`s the messenger business on which he thrives,
And the news that day he hated to tell,
For he knew it must be straight from Hell.
He yelled his tale as he knew he should,
Then left as fast as he possibly could.
The gossip travelled very fast indeed,
From house to house wit incredible speed,
People listened in horror to what they learned,
Their very worse fears were now confirmed,
And now the folk, as pale as dead,
Would rather be in Hell instead.
Door were locked, bolts were thrown,
If only earlier than today they`d known,
They might have had a chance to go,
But how on earth could they possibly know?
For years the secret was hidden away,
But now, by God, they`d have to pay,
The sky was dark and streaked with tears,
They hid inside with personal fears.
For here they`d broken the act of law,
And now brought Hell right to their door,
Yet few had done this terrible deed,
Of the curses and warning they`d taken no heed.
And this was it tonight was death,
These folks had take their very last breath.
In a desperate bid they knelt to pray,
This place a darker shade of grey,
Tonight there would be Hell to pay,
For HE was coming home today!