I was born to say, always stay away.
From the things that are near, you should always fear.
But if you play by ear, and learn my tricks.
You won’t have to suck, a giant bag of dicks.
I am swift in my motions, I think two step ahead.
But for all this power, my face has turned red.
I’d look in a mirror, but there isn’t one anywhere near.
And besides, I would see my greatest fear.
But please don’t shed a tear, I’ve taken the world by the rear.
But now my prodigal son, is getting ready to take things to another level.
Things in the future will be disheveled.
Bedeviled I am, bewitched you may be.
I had his lights turned off since birth.
But now in his jolly mirth, his sincere rebirth, he is in the light.
The good fight is already won, but there is still a war to be waged.
And in Good book its written, the new world will come to an end.
But to every story, there is a sequel, and all things will be equal.