King Dude

I’m the son of a man, who was the child of the Devil’s tongueI can’t look at my reflection and not think of the deeds he doneDon’t gotta know how to live, to be afraid to dieIf you don’t wanna see that sunset, stop looking in a demon’s eyeBut now he’

There ain’t no sense in lying I know that I’m dying, my friendMy body is leaving, I know Death is reeling me inI can see all your faces and feel your good graces withinMy spirit is soaring although my old body won’t mendTattered up pages and the wisdom of sages won’