Most people who get caught
perpetrating some mischevious deed
show sincere remorse when fraught
in consequence happily their freedom cede

Being more sorry they got caught
than in the trouble and expense they wrought
not knowing their own problems they bought
not caring the sentence to be brought

While playing with danger
to which they are no stranger
the thrill of getting away
while holding recompense at bay

I'll never get caught they brag
and with stark ego they swag
never once considering the day
when they'll be made to pay

And it's even trickier in the spiritual arena
as one plays against eternal damnation
never considering the coming subpoena
drunk and blinded by current elation

But the trigger they now so brashly brave
will instantly modify their swagger to knave
like a bawling child they'll behave
their own sentence in the book of life engraved

What will your answer be?
what of your countenance they'll see?
when you stand before Him to hear
the judgement, which you secretly fear

What has happened to all your bravery?
what of the plans you so carefully figured
when you're bound to eternal hellfire slavery
as you deliberately tickled the trigger

What of your swagger, your ego or bravado
when hells' sentence like chains He wraps
no amount of begging, screaming will forego
of playing with the Trigger of the Trap