Deals With a Devil
Counting raindrops in the desert,
forseeing futures mishandled
Who knew when you rolled the dice you gambled
Lost earthen treasures pass down the line
Splashing water on filthy faces
worn by the land
torn by the hand that provides
all satisfaction, a bold transaction
Deals with the devil,
though Im not one to meddle,
boil the lakes of heaven, evaporating
the spoils of war and toil
Dogs howl as the whip cracks dawn
Midnights with eyes closed yet all seeing
seeing the mind thats bleeding
bleeding for a drop of rain
Convictions remain yet fade
not a man to leave his land
Waiting for god to extend his hand
For man don't live on dust alone
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