The Devil And The Judge Poem by Charles Karia

Today my naive pal, is the day of judgement,
Heed well my voice, like granite act tough,
Everyone has his price, be content with the bribe,
Don't play the savior,like what Jesus did,
Eventually dying,yet some coins in the right place,
Voluntary given: and no one needed to die like a spiv.
In my wisdom just trust, sting them like a cacti,
Listen not to the uninitiated blind, who like a fool,
Allow the law to swirl, them like the Niagara.
Never trust the given evidence, just jail that man,
Didn't I pay you well, with that piece of land?
That you now call yours, all planted with wheat,
How could you a worm,have gone through,
Eternally poor pay, then built mansions so nice.
Just avoid like the plague, the slippery path of J.
Unless you wish my dragging, from here to Timbuktu.
Don't you remember, the dreadful deed you signed?
Giving me the fiery right, to tear you and drag,
Everything yours plus your carcass, tied with twine.