MKD Podcast on Nostr: The power that I hold in my hand could fold a frying pan. The air and sand do as I ...

The power that I hold in my hand could fold a frying pan.
The air and sand do as I command
And if i want the night to last across the sky mass
The clouds won't allow light to pass
Roll trees in dutch mas(ters),
A must have, like my dagger and cloak.
And red streaks of blood on my white lab coat
A virgin first vote to give her first poke
She crept over to my crib after church broke.
Since, we ain't spoke but I hit it dumb ways
The unsaved, some days I don't bathe
Unphased by the light and scorching flame
Tears form from the ice dripping off your brain
Even if you cry it won't soften the pain.
Your heart is dead, you should go and get your coffin framed

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