Deadly Cards

As the fires of hell the monster's blood boiled And I knew like a volcano letting out magma Would explode the monster of my manufacture. Spirit of competition, game of fraud poker our card Now deadly gasoline in our trembling hands. Cajoling eager matchbox in the hands of another That holding hands,in the rain we go and dance So it may not fiercely burn when struck. Because just as the very hell so sure With blind eyes wide open so apart And deaf ears listening to hidden voices from afar Would wooden stick and paper box in trembling hands Strike to neutralize,not ever complement gasoline never. With no minds, set their hearts playing deadly cards!!!