IF I MUST

Tripping over words of trust
Crawling backwards 
Breathing dust
Mingling with the mental rust
Well, if I must
If I must

I'll march right through the gates of hell
Me and satan 
Playing show and tell
The sulphurous smell
Yes it smells

I'll crawl through the deepest slime
However hard
I'll keep trying
But don't waste my time
I'm running out of time

                                  By Phil Roberts