Lions, tigers and bears.
Look at that clown as he sit
helplessly over there.
Cursed with the loss of his third-eye sight.
Unable to see what lurks in the night.
Fear grips the very essence of his soul.
Demons mock him.
His faith has deserted him.
In hell, His life has become
one of the funniest stories ever told.
He never take heed to the warnings and signs.
Unable to decipher the hidden messages written between the lines.
His mind has become the devil’s playground.
An idol workshop for his demons to play.
Now he’s the devil’s puppet….doing exactly what he say.
He can’t put up a fight.
He can’t put up a fuss.
Just another lost soul
performing in the devil’s circus.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
Lions, tigers and bears.
Look at that clown as he sit
helplessly over there.
Cursed with the loss of his third-eye sight.
Unable to see what lurks in the night.
Fear grips the very essence of his soul.
Demons mock him.
His faith has deserted him.
In hell, His life has become
one of the funniest stories ever told.
He never take heed to the warnings and signs.
Unable to decipher the hidden messages written between the lines.
His mind has become the devil’s playground.
An idol workshop for his demons to play.
Now he’s the devil’s puppet….doing exactly what he say.
He can’t put up a fight.
He can’t put up a fuss.
Just another lost soul
performing in the devil’s circus.
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