Zacchaeus

Soulless creatures bred from hell.


Their spirits tainted by extortion.


Skinless beings - flesh does melt.


Hides are tattered by instruction.


Quickly sprinting

through the shadows,

from crude dwellings

and cruel gallows.


Traveling beside

the hounds of hell.


A wretched finger hits

your doorbell,




“My name is Steve.

I'm with the IRS!”


(I'm sorry if you work for the IRS. That must suck. 😉 - Jkjk. I know you gotta make a living.)

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