The River

where have you gone to hide this time,
when will you face me for your crimes
you have always been concealed for your lies, and your tricks
and now while you hide behind this 6ft thick
they can’t protect you from death, I will see you again
and I will come to collect, when I cross the river
who will slip through my hands, like smoke from a flame
you think your safe in the ground, deep down in the grave