Punishment (That Faithful Day) Poem by William Mowell

I was drinking with the Grim Reaper, when I heard his beeper


another lost soul took his life, slit it with his knife


his duty he had to do, as he was right on cue


I sat at the bar, ordered another shot, as he cleaned another spot


I was dancing with the devils girl, and as I gave her a swirl


the devil was making someone whole, sneaking away their soul


made a deal with a vampire king, to get back my prize ring


while for a couple dimes, the warewolf was doing hard time


I've walked with the pharaoh, and shot by Indian arrows


motivated the masses, while wearing dark glasses


I was the king of the world, while the darkness unfurled


I saw it destroyed, left for a bottomless void


I am that ghost in your mind, always there to remind


of your acts of aggression, leaving you in a depression


leading back to the knife, and the guy who took his life


it all comes back to you, and your plan to carry through


now I'll always haunt you, while you never knew


That faithful day, I had it made, you tore it apart, thats when I had to depart


a mission of punishment, your plan would circumvent


a big disaster averted, but in the papers its not inserted


but forever in your mind, the leaves of this crime