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Sep 2015
No heaven
When I was just eleven
I signed a contract with the devil
In blood
I would be for him his ****
My grave would be early dug
I could not ask for forgiveness of my sins
There was no meaning to the ends
No making a mends with the big man above
Could he still have some love
Always followed by two black crows never a white dove
The seediest of places I had my den
Living in the city of sin
Stripe clubs was my neighborhood pub
Anything other I would snub
*******
It really did not matter to me where I would dine
on my line
Ironic my favorite liquor was called Heaven Hill
used as a chaser after all the pills
Always in court one appeal after the other appeal
The Devil was always by my side and
would always make some kind of deal
Never going to jail
So never had to come up with bail
I know I ain't going to heaven
I sure will be going to hell
Want matter before I die
If I should  ask for forgiveness for all my sins
He kept me tied to his path
for him I could not fail
So
I will
See you all in
HELL
!!
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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   mickey finn
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