Priest Doctor
The priest doctor said
I ain't never getting well
That my cursed soul
was going straight to hell
If you knew the things I did,
would you forbear to tell
Be too afraid I'd taint your soul
if we shared the same cell
Killing is my profession,
and I do it rather well
Was trained on a bloody battlefield,
you best believe war is hell
If you knew the secrets they kept,
to citizens they never do tell
War criminals make the best politicians,
never seen one toss their own self in a cell
Priest doctor will you do it,
I heard you perform exorcisms well
Seems like following orders
is gonna march me right into hell
Now that you know the gist of my story,
leave nothing out, should you be compelled to tell
Withholding pertinent, grave testimony
will bury your betrayal in a rotting, earthen cell
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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