No Escape Poem by ditch pledger

Flying high not wanting to die
I wave my arms, but it's easier to glide.
Deep in the water, I'll probably drown, My limbs are rozen as if i were in the ground.

I move my legs, but it is easier to drift. Through the filters of life I feel myself sift.
I'll do well in the fires of Hell, although to the devil, my soul is not for sale.

I pray to God, but I have to say. The Prince of Darkness has had his way.
For all the effort in glory or vain, The toll is your soul to be collected some day.