His features gaunt and the wanderer could see right through
late for nothing on God's time seeing the real face
The features of the devil the offers and persuades
the mind turned against in the dry and sandy wind
drilling into the psyche yet not able to get in
Into the past he spoke with my faults
Back toward the many errors
meaning is mine blunder yours
a whirlwind kicked up with a thousand faces of hell
the master clicked his fingers and the devil was pulled to his knees
still appealing still attempting to take up temporary residence in his head
The weight of those past mistakes not of the master but the demon
The fall from greatness shrill the scream of the sensitive body devoured
in the ocean it once ruled
The fall harsher than the million humiliations into darkness and lowness of existance
sending it back to the millenia as glory turned to pain and disgust
Disgraced by the fire of our father
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