We
wish for magic
In
our lives we stay
Of
the time we see
The
troubles brewing
The
black art works
Silently
it seems
The
elements of evil
It
permeates to the minds
Even
the suppose religious people
They
fall for it in camouflaged thinking
Taking
the souls the day they walked in
The
death on their faces they think is heaven
When
the crying into pieces
It
never seems like heaven
It
is in hell the pieces of cut meat
Grilling
for eternity
We
wish for magic
It
is our deeds which stay
Do
the good and be honest
We
don't have any other way
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