Song Of A Mystic Poem by Dave SmithWhite

With lavender, sage, peppermint and thistle,
You can call up a dark shade of red meat and gristle.
With duct tape, a long rope and a shiny new shovel,
Will he stamp on your false hope with a fine soft-shoe shuffle?

With lavender, sage, peppermint and thistle,
You have all the accouterments of a Cthulhu official.
With duct tape, a long rope and a shiny new shovel,
You can love craft and wicker and raise a kerfuffle!

But the devil takes no prisoners.
So don't expect a trial.
You can't elect for witnesses,
Or fact documents compiled.

With lavender, sage, peppermint and thistle,
You can dress your bare stage with your case for dismissal.
With duct tape, a long rope and a shiny new shovel,
But beware lest he buries you as deep as a truffle.

For the devil takes no prisoners.
That really ain't his style.
And he revels on all cylinders,
With a bush silk's jive and guile.

With lavender, sage, peppermint and thistle,
You can unstick the lost pages of his ancient epistle.
With duct tape, a long rope and a shiny new shovel,
Will he bind up your old wounds with a slow purge and muffle?

With lavender, sage, peppermint and thistle,
You can tender a true age without rage and dog-whistle.
With duct tape, a long rope and a shiny new shovel,
You can escape'neath the tech wall with feather's unruffled.

For the devil takes no prisoners,
Though slaves may stay awhile.
He likes his captive listeners,
Applaud his rant and and bile.

For the devil takes no prisoners.
His time is set speed-dial.
For god and him - think business;
Who drinks their kool-aid vial?