There's No Other Way Poem by john (called jack) wren

They stand on street corners
All innocent and cool,
With death in their pockets
Their nobodies fool.

They sell pain for gain
With a smile on their face,
Then laugh at remorse
And regret shows no trace.

Take care, all you who sell,
To imprison tortured souls in hell,
There's someone you must meet one day,
You cannot miss Him, there's no other way.

Please listen to me, be wise and repent
Be filled with Him whom God has sent,
Sell no more pain, and start to pray,

For I tell you this, There's no other way