Tuesday, September 25, 2018

the day the black magic died


The day the black magic died
Along the dust after May 9
The powerful ones had fallen
The wind blew them away

The 32 bits the leader had
In his pockets he couldn’t let it go
He finds it hard to keep it a secret
He has to face the knock on his keys

Now the conductor will hit the score
The fat keyboards will ring out loud
With the vibration hitting it high
The public wants it to be in orange attire

The whisper in the wind
The sound will be known far and wide
The day of the black magic
It died on May 9

Now the fat mama
Waking up at 12 midnight
The sound of the wind whispering
She isn’t far behind

The roar in her ears
She knows the score well
She can’t tell her tales
She will be suit up in orange

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