Unbeknownst

……are our hateful souls the demons in the night, it seems any individual can be used as the devil’s Skype, it’s not hype, by now you know people will hit you over the head with a pipe, for wearing your shirt too tight, or pedaling your bike.., we used to be chums having fun, but now you want to bust your gun and make me run; we done. Okay Cain, what happened to Abel, jealous cause he favors Clark Gable, so you knocked him over the head with a table.. you knew Abel wasn’t able, he wasn’t even the one who played you.  A prisoner on nature’s chess board, how do you know your thoughts are even yours; maybe you’ve been infected with some fungus spores, that’s why you went on that adventurous tour, now you in here and won’t let go of my floor, with your Trump emblem on.