Babylon Baby

You've been on a winning streak
Even when it appeared you were losing, the mistakes were carefully planned,
Except for one or two, random chance cards drawn in a gunfight
resulting from a ricochet bullet, that only just slowed you down.
There were no mortal wounds,
Just a couple of troubling pangs of conscience.

Yeah, it would have been easier without the troubling mind
but, the whole Stand Off would be over soon enough,
And who would still be breathing to claim they were the Wiser?
Nobody of any Consequence.
You'd seen to that.
All that was left were Beauty and Comfort
And Lord knows that's plenty
Seduction,
The Soul loves it,
Besides,
There's No Redemption in Babylon
Everyone knows that.