Bealzeebul got me this time,

Willfully I gave myself,

Tired were my legs that I could not run,

Sad were were my eyes that I could not turn,

To show you my dismay,

Instead I broke and fell and lay.

Instead, I danced on the fire,

burnt my soles and strained my neck,

Bowing down to the ever deceitful,

Forgetting the word that was to be carried,

I shifted my stance from a balance to dangle,

I revoked my promise to and got strangled

Strangled so quickly when he got the chance,

smiled as if he were with me all the time,

but at last he stood far from my sight,'

ashamed may be but victorious,

I could see the other side I was now far,

From the shore,

Worsened and the spear the that tore,
ran through him like a fire,
chariots of white, myrh and sapphire,
piercing the evil within the liar,
Ah! I woke agian to find,
The battle every day won,
Of a manic depressed son.

A strange day!

Lets jump in the mainstream,

don't be a small team,

buy goods of your land,

because others are superior than,

and forget not to thank your God,

since there are so many, they might get distrought.

live it like a king,

but never say you were a sting,

You wretched the land like a weed,

Ah...there you are!