Pondering thoughts, dwelling answers to a commotion
Demons in my head, planting evil seeds in advance motion
The seeds start to grow, causing moral indecisions
Body moving forward, unlatched lion on a mission
Slowly hatching, the seeds reciting plans of destruction
Swaying forward, symptoms occurring of thy losing function
Spirit within, asking for help, evil corroding through
An opposite of the Good Samaritan, not a halo but a dark hue
Darkness enveloping, fear and cowardice bringing the good down
Like a boat in a storm, eventually it will drown
See lone footsteps in the desert, in the air I see
Evil, the devil sitting in the liquor store, Hennessey
Staggering ways, track to track on a sinning spree
Life like granules of sand, falling through the glass easily
The seeds hatch, demons sparkin’ a flame
The devils advocate, 666 engraved in my brain
Like Judas, I betray my own and let them die
Though I see no change of colour or thunder clattering in the sky
I hear voices preaching, trying to show me the way
Like an enigma the demons spread, indicating there’s not long to stay
Ashes will be ashes; I can already feel the wilting of my life
Strife caused by demonic seeds, why people try to strive
The pondering thought, I have an answer to the commotion
Knowledge though is not flowed but kept preserved as a potion
Let demonic seeds hatch and stain
Let them catch and gain
Another mans brain, it’s simple and plain
Life’s a stage, showing the play of disdain
The playwrights, devil and god, correct each other in vain
The play fails……..
Audience start to leave through disbelief and stupor
The notes contained are sacred so do not stir……
(Page ripped, have to find the next page soon)
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