Black Magic Arms

An Allegory, Domenico Guidobono, 1710-1720 Source, The Met Museum, Public Domain

Falling out of a dream

To wake up in another

From a deep slumber

She wakes me from my sleep

And keeps insisting

For me to follow

I keep resisting

She won’t take no for an answer

It’s getting hard to speak

I think she’s trying to break me down

It’s when I least expect it

She emerges from the crowd

And once again, she’s rejected

Her voice is getting loud

Cause I hold the palace down

Blessed by his majesty

I keep it G in the city

On a spiritual field

Like I’m lifting the veil

With my heart and mind

Entrenched on the front lines

Hail Mary full of grace

My spirit’s deep in the game

Like kilos of cocaine

I’ve been of thinking

With my gangster words

And gangster ways

To quote Edgar Allen Poe

“Isn’t that the phrase?”

I’m reciting my oath

Listen to the message I convey

Beneath the moons dim light

I’m fighting to get away

From her black magic arms

And hazy red eyes

@Bohemian Nation