Blue devils and black ghosts.
A contradiction I don't like to boast
About but I rhyme about,
And the words that come out
Of my mouth? Tainted by
Blue devils and black ghosts.
One for the money,
Two for the love,
Three if there were any
More to symbolize how poor
I am without a guardian,
With a secular pardoning
For my moralistic nature.
I speak out fire
And step on hours
On my quest to devour
Any life form
That bores me past infinity.
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