The Devil Philosophy

The way, in which I lived, so shall I die? The sea salt washes up against rocks and bleach the stones white Like a genuine pearly stone. That when I knew Someone was mourning a death. The party was going strong The doorbell rang. In that moment Everything changes. Speak low, lean low Turn down the tempo A sudden death; another wealthy mortal man Took his last breathe. Did he pass the test? Bending over and sniffing the coke By the mountain load; Cocaine scattered all over the desk. Money burnt How you lived, so shall you die? Why cry. That was your life. He became the cocaine and His mind became retarded The salty breeze massages my scalp As they soul jump into to the sea longing to be cleanses Speaking low, leaning low their noses Are on fire: another lost soul Bolivian marching powder Drip, drip drops of blood Vanish out to sea. a different kind of philosophy The Devil philosophy