Can you see the oasis yonder is just a bloody deathtrap?
I walk, keeping my weeping armour, in the desert’s lap
Why didn’t they build any freeways, for me that, I ask, I could tap
The only road out of here is someone else’s treacherous map
I turned the zodiac over and over again, never figuring how time goes
And if it spins all over my fours; on it, I didn’t shut my doors
You know, his infernal treachery has always been my woes
I have loved and abandoned love for the sake of love, that me, God, knows
Did he cast a shuttering block on my creative and everlasting spirit
Did he snatch my loyalties from me, to foil my determined grit
What does your Christian saint fit, who trades his evil paint,
in desperation to be everything else, but acknowledge his taint
Even though my strength is little and health is brittle,
there is my duty not to let evil on my soul and vulnerable souls settle
I may tell you all that you should never let greed make you whistle
him in, he who hijacks everything that’s not his, with his soulless brush and bristle
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