The burial isn't worth to pour our hearts in
A place to learn lessons, not an exhibition to live in

Down your head for the Truth and dive in
Why afraid? committed a greater sin?

Take the chance, relax and sit in
Shy? In front of The Lord ye believe in?

Its okay to make mistakes the time period you live in
Go down on your knees, pray till you breathe in

Cry till create floodings of sin into the trash bin
The chest shall open then to let the light in

Repeat and repeat the process to feel in
Divinely power which the veins fill in

Even if ye land in that deep river down
Be careful, don't let those clothes drown

The murderer's blood on my hands took a gaze
That blood like henna I spurred on my face

The Master who's servant betrayed
Care to take a look what he lost?
All of that trust in tuft betrayed
Look again He's there, you're lost

Soul: (to the deceiver)
Tis' not a whining contest
hiding that tongue of the ******
forgot, couldn't get more honest
Now go and come back in August

Deceiver: (to the soul)
Nowhere are you going with that
******* on you, my devilish cat
eventually will I control the brat
simple is that, not a problem of SAT

Soul:
Good,Good! Do what you want
swaying towards hell is what you want
funny! something even you don't want
you dear, are nothing but filled with haunt

Deceiver:
So now you're too gonna mock
once was I the most valuable stock
all were under the reputation of my sock
then fell down to a crow from a Hawk

Soul: (to the self)
Work, bring to feet the crime
poetry isn't worth a dime
Listen, listen! It's pray time
Eternal's gold better than fake lime

Soul: ( to the self)
If you'd just let me in
you'd know what I've been
through, on and in
lower a bit that chin

Desires need be kept within
silent stay, don't you grin
nothing heard, dropped a pin?
Remember these just to begin

(Devil) Deceiver: (to the self)
Know that's you, you're the king
above your head lies no string
Evil? What's that a thing
There's no bad luck to bring

What keeps you so running
know that he's bluffing
he ain't that cunning
See, the dark's quite stunning

Soul:
Graspeth, the light before ye fall
the boogy knows how to crawl
before makes he dark the hall
Hurry! answer the Devine's call

(Deceiver) Manipulator:
What? the dope's back again
manipulating you to refrain
being dug under my crane
Apologies, allow me to start again