A hard-bitten bar fighter,
He got old and began losing fights,
A hardcore street thug,
His last fight left him
Clinically dead on a city street.
He felt his soul leave his body
And descend to Hell.
He saw demons and the pit.
He screamed and screamed,
As the doctors brought
His body back to life.
He swore he’d change
Got religion, became a preacher,
Died with a Bible in his hand
And escaped the fires of Hell.
Bob Boyd
