The Devil Forecast

He walked sideways into seven
Slid outside
The town was always in the middle turning rhythms
That come back now, definitely changed
They saw his hands holding whiskey
Bruised and shaking, so he turned to them
But at the moment, another walked in
Claimed he saw him in the shed

“he asked you all the same thing?
Just tell me now, he’ll take the blame
Two eyes allowed this passerby to catch him in the wrong way.”

That bone shaker who’s making heaven
Make it eerie cause he deserves it
But listen to me, i have written one reason you’ll defend it

She arched her back in strange array
And climbed it for the severed hands
That took the rail and flew over
Impossible!
I slid to view
He shot the blooms from out to in
And pressed her up against the stairs
To not let a raw finish come back to haunt the wrong sinner