Devils highway

(Alan Evans)

The flow of souls in the wrong direction

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There's only a stairway to heaven but there's a highway to hell surely the flow of the traffic is tolling the wrong bell we sing songs of redemption while enslaved in chains and the devil himself is counting his gains the rich become richer the poor remain the same Lucifer is laughing at the thought of this game man takes a step forward then takes three back the devil is counting the souls in his stack it's too late to trade when your life has gone the money in your bank adds up to none should have been more thoughtful when you had a chance but you chased dreams of riches the devils own dance now we know why there's a highway to hell the blind lead the blind with the stories they tell

© Alan Evans 2018

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