There can be no rest for the wicked, <br />Their souls will never be blessed with peace, <br />The course they've followed is what they've picked <br />And their spirit's torment will not cease. <br /> <br />There can be no haven for their ilk, <br />With their soul's perfidious nature, <br />Raised as they are on the Devil's milk, <br />Their souls rot away as they mature. <br /> <br />As with rot, the stench will still remain, <br />Of Slav'ry, Death and Putrefaction, <br />Glimpses of Hell that mem'ry retains, <br />Condemned as they are by their actions.<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-rest-for-the-wicked-3/
