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You had tried to summon Satan
but screwed up the incantation
& left an open portal
on your parents’ kitchen wall
& the demons you released that day
have stayed with you along your way
Screaming in your ear
Kill them all
You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
this curse is going to last
You were walking through the park one night
angry looking for a fight
when you heard a busker
playing accordion
You stuck him twice & down he fell
Sealed your passage straight to hell
& you knew at once
that you would kill again
You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
this loneliness will last
You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
this worry is going to last
