The wages of sin is death
A man moves to commit crime,
A man of evil deed fear accusations,
And leaves his conscience at home,
Is it a crime to be human
Or was it a crime to come clean,
When death comes with his cross-bow,
Will you open your arms to receive him,
Or will you take to your heals in regret,
A violent man will always test death more than ones,
For when he was born his eyes opened,
His hands clutches and stretches,
Opened to a world filled with crime,
As he cries to well come his presence
Evil await him in every corner,
And he shall live each day beholden evil .
