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I  Would Rather Blame The Devil


I could blame God, but I would rather blame the devil
For every stinking deceased body that tumbles over from wars, from
murders, abuse and disease

Eat your salty sweat and thrive on the grimaces of others' misfortunes
I am not scared of you
Eye to eye
Toe to toe
Orange and deadly black glow
My feet push away from you
It is not my time

I could blame God, but I would rather blame the devil
For his uncanny sight to set fire and flood
Have the balls to erupt a tsunami out of the ocean
Be merman to my mermaid

I chase you down on my path of grace
For a night of ebbtibe
A flow of peaceful sleep

I could blame God, but I would rather blame the devil
For trying to take our lives back to his domain
It would not take much to roll up an old thug like you and push you over a mountain
Tumble down like an old armchair , and let the evil of this world rest on top of you.









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