the magician

themasterpoet

the magician

I fell for my melancholy

my mind is blank for this is the last trick before my conclusion

little did they know, the devil persuaded them death is just an illusion

they look at me begging to release their vain by one last trick

I muster the courage laughing hysterically 

I  feel sorrow for what they think I claim 

I promise I won't deflate you, follow and I'll entertain

abracadabra........abracadabra

we followed the devil and put down our own lord 

we shall never follow the magician in disguise

we all shall demolish and never rise 

 

 

  • Author: themasterpoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2018 08:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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