Vexing Hex Number
Six one two zero six six ...
Sinners are always
combination caught betwixt
Choosing whether
lightning bolt free-falling thoughts,
are preferred over
UV temperature rising MK bought
Mind kontrol is a vexing thing —
But it’s the price one pays
when selling their soul,
for a precious metal
ankle-and-neck chain outfitting
Six one two zero six six ...
Did a J.I. secretly identify espy you,
and upped the auction fix?
Thirty more silver pieces reasons
were tossed in the bid mix
Free will is a hex number thing —
Yet it’s the item one buys
when selling out trusted those,
for some common paper
neck-and-ankle twine outfitting
Six one two zero six six ...
There are six hundred and sixty six
ways to die
The first and the last
are one and the same
You gotta fall on the double-edged sword,
into the rising flames
Six one two zero six six ...
There are 666
devilish ways to die
When a sinner’s number comes up,
they always ask why
Six one two zero six six ...
There be chances a-plenty triple six tricks
diablo ways to die
But will your first thought,
when taking your last breath,
be to pray for a lie
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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