the black dogs rise

by williewonker from flickr

The black dogs rise
The evil shadows long
On the long corridor
Up on the hill

The riches bring
Into the laps the greedy swarm
Onto the wagons pulling it down
Selling souls the burning hell

The furtive eyes
The silence creeps
The soft breeze sings
The whirring echo
The greedy quickly disappear

The black dogs rise
The affairs conducting in secrets
So evil thinks in the dark
The Lord knows
He lends them the space
And the rope to hang

Greed doesn’t pay
Honesty brings cheer
In the land of many affairs
Only the Lord knows
Punishing them He should