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Hellbound Train

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Mike "Dragon" Kachur


John Gray lay down on the bar room floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more, So he fell asleep with a troubled brain and dreamt he rode the HELL BOUND TRAIN

The engine with blood was red and damp and brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp, for fuel and imp was shovelling bones while the furnace rang with a 1000 groans
the boiler was filled with lager beer and the devil himself was the engineer the passengers made such a motely crew church member, atheist, gentile and jew
rich men in broadcloth, and beggers in rags handsome young ladies and withered old hags Yellow and black men, red, brown and white all chained together what a terrible sight
The train dashed on at an awful pace and the hot wind scorced their hands and face Wilder and widler the country grew and faster and faster the engine flew
louder and louder the thunders crashed and brighter and brighter the lightening flashed hotter and hotter the air became so clothes were burned off each quivering frame
now in the distance arose such a yell - - "Ha Ha " croaked the devil "we're now nearing hell" then oh how the passengers shrieked in pain and begged the devil to stop the train
But he capered about and sang in his glee and laughed and joked at their agony. "My faithful friends you have done my work and the devil can never a pay-day shirk"
You have bullied teh weak and robbed the poor and the starving brother you have turned from you door you have laid up gold where the canker rusts and given free vent to fleshly lusts
You have justice scorned and corruption sown and trampled the laws of nature down you have drunk and rioted murdered and lied and mocked at god in your hellborn pride
you have pid full fare so I'll carry you thru for it's only just you should get you due Why the labourer always expects the hire so I'll land you safe in the lake of fire
Where your flesh and blood shall roast in flames that roar and my imps torment you forevermore

The John awoke with an agonized cry clothes soaked with sweat and hair standing high he prayed as he never prayed before to be saved from drink's satanic power and his vows and prayers were not in vain for he nevermore rode that HELLBOUND TRAIN