Swimming with the devil,
went and changed the wind again
Flipped a coin from his pocket
dissolved in the air again
Insides are out,
showing how pretty he is to the world
With a distant stench
Being raped of breath,
while the Horses in the field
so big, so strong
Grazing on the grass,
while eying the entire civilization
Hay breezes by,
as tears pour out the sky,
and the devil boy,
who pours fire out his heart
Extinguishing imaginations,
killing the tides,
numbefying pain
Its a liquid game,
while fire seem and spreads
we've all become the same

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