Wrestling With Evil
I wrestled with a devilish devil
Its eyes were red like tomato sauce
In an environment that was rainbow purple
I threw the devil under the table
At the Portland Island it came with Goliath’s strength
I was too small to be David
My voice was blunt
SKAT was on this devil’s hunt to skin it alive
Strong like a rock, the devil approached
Turner heard my cry and turned the devil
Destroyer destroyed the devil with hot soup
They freed me like their beloved son who was held captive
Copyright © Sabbath De Yecouba | Year Posted 2016
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