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.)