Sale of heart,
Expiry date unknown.
Feels like a lost soul on a river boat,
Heading on with just some hope be known..

The glass kept moving on the ouiji board,
Spelling things of question shall be bought,
Faster its power,
Faster it tips over,
Faster it crashed,
Since the curse of Paul Parish!

Life has never been the same,
That building gone nothing remains,
The death of Paul had come on sudden,
A week after I saw him a friend had told me.

The glass kept moving fast on the ouigi board,
Spelling things of question that shall be bought,
Faster its power,
Faster it tips over,
Since it has smashed,
The curse of Paul Parish.

Squalid tips on the neighbour hood,
Truth it hurts all the days that had judgement adjourned,
Let fate take it and so it should, scratched in reputation on a no un certain path of life with all your best ambitions,

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