Patrick J. Dimosthenis – Dem Eyes


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As he sits there with a stench
He still wonders about his wench
Using the same recipe to say this again
Dem eyes will seek him out and spot him then

It's not who dem eyes will stare at, it's how
They all reap what they sow
Instead of the light and how it blinds
The grim reaper is knocking, the scythe unwinds

He talks death cause death is his shadow
It speaks sometimes, no need for ammo
If he could draw the missing piece that belongs
You all would think his idea was wrong

It's not a goodbye, but a notice
You demons will no longer target him, you will be

They say he can change, but it's just in the wind
If you didn't realize it, his life is running thin.

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