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I Play With the Souls of Men

I play with the souls of men 
From their births to their deaths
I play with the souls of men 

I play with the souls of men 
From their primitive laughter and
Lies i know the souls of all men

I play with the souls of men 
From the time  when they stop crying
And whingeing i play with their souls

I play with the souls of all men
A strong woman like me is forced by law
To kneel and please the evil hearts of men

I play witth the souls of your proud men
Who call me a dirty kaffir woman but when some
Bleed to death I must say I love these men

I play with the souls of your naive young men
I play with the evil hearts of their fathers and grandfathers
I am the guilty grandmother of guilt riddled men

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