Door Of Hell Poem by Bill Simmons

I know the part
I play it well
The back hand of the living
The door of hell

I see everything
I see the greed
I can give you everything
All you could need

Want that new car
One hardened heart
Just learn to be cruel
Now that's a start

I can make you a rich man
Right where you at
I can make you a King
What you think of that

Just give me a yeah
And I’ll give you a visit
I am he who is
And too he who isn't

I'm not so bad
I’ll have you know
All I want…
Is just your soul.

2006 Bill Simmons