Devil spiked his drink but he wined from a different cup
Faeces in his food but he dined from a different pot
He's one with the wind so he disappears from the nostrils of their mutts
Have his blood in their cups but he's poison to their taste buds
And they danced when he fell but the drumming was his heartbeat
Demons clothed like vixens will take your life with just one kiss
They laid snares through his path but he build a castle in their sand pits
He walked through the darkest paths, swam with the most heartless sharks
Feels like he's screaming but silent hills do not hear him
The streams are too deep and the mountains are too steep
Drowning in his fears but poisoned tears cannot help him
Garments full of pain and they they telling him to wear it
Eagles soar over thorns but still the dirt will have its last meal
These are the ways of my ways, The art of my heart
These are the ways that i write, these are the days of my lives
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