The Devil's Assassin

The Devil's Assassin" By Tom Quinton And Marcus Cooke

He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.

Under control of a mystical spell
Hotter than a call girl
in the flames of hell
In this great land,
you reap what you sow
Battle your demons toe to toe
Now he's suited and booted,
stalking his prey
Fighting his urges
to keep them at bay
A mad mother fucker,
Like a pit bull on speed
He travels through time,
planting his evil seed
Thunder cracks in the sky above
He puts a bullet in her head,
it fits like a glove
On his smoking skin,
he paints with her blood.

She's a sacrifice to the god of love
Lightning hits him between the eyes
His power surges,
Now he's energized
The dark lords assassin,
this is his fate
With the hunting charisma
of a rattle snake
From the majestic Hilltop
he glares at the Town
With the stench of the living,
His victims all around.

He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.

Welcome to my nightmares
I walk this world alone
Through grave yards of the forgotten
Past fields of skull and bone
I'm the dark lords assassin
And the devil he is pissed
I'm a predator from centuries past
Killing victims on his list
The list is never ending
The full moon is my friend
With killing fields of envy
I'm loyal till the end.

With the smell of desperation
And girls in push up bra's
A melancholy juke box screams
In this drunken hazy bar
Smoke like fog, fills the room
Along with fornication and sweat
Two men go toe to toe
Over a twenty pound bet
The barman fires a pistol
To break up this crazy fight
Now I'm scanning for my victim
Looking left and looking right.

Its like looking in a mirror
As he's pleading for his life
He wets himself, screaming in fear
Begs to spare his wife.

This is your
great great great great grandson
Laughs the devil in my head
He's your flesh and blood, your DNA
I want him fucking dead
What choice do I have
I break his puny Jaw
His teeth they roll like marbles
Across the liquor stained floor
Its no more Mr Nice guy
As I stab him with the knife
The rain of blood around my feet
As I take his wretched life
He's just another tooth pick
Who'll never be missed
As I head into the sunset
To cross another off my list.

He stands at a crossroads
Beaten black and blue
Done a deal with the devil
Now he's coming for you.

Dealing with the devil
selling his soul for power
skin turned to phosphorus
at the end of the witching hour
his taste for blood has turned sour
with a crimson pentagram
edged to his flesh
The threads of his soul
now transformed to rags and mesh
a crimson glow
in the back of his eyes
he thinks to himself
its surprising when your killing
How time flies.

Through the miasma
of dead souls
he finds himself empowered
his victim's lies decaying
his heart eaten and devoured
The walls become graffiti
by a calligraphy of crimson
kisses and etched scars
his demonic sensitivity
becomes razor sharp as claws
this mad motherfucker
demonic as fuck
killing for no reason
as his will runs amok
and the fiery hell
of his tortured past
comes to haunt
the townsfolk
from first to last
the red tornado
his fury unbound
everything dies
without a whimper or sound.

Flames dance a fandango
his sins burns the air
this mad motherfucker smiles
removing chunks of flesh
from his hair
no one can stop him
no one would dare
all are afraid
of this atrocious nightmare
all except one
the devil himself
his sinful maker
disguised as a old man
dressed as a ticket taker
for if this man continues
there will be no souls
left for the devil to steal
But you cant take back a gift
or welsh on a deal

The devils assassin
chops off the devils head
with a scythe composed of
pure hellfire
the devil gets his due
no longer called sire
his body turns to fire
as the flames get higher
a ring of hatred
now worn as a crown
all bow down and hale
the new king in town.


To be continued....