B'aal Arena

Life lessons that are anything but "free".

Fathom this The glove does not stop the sun from happening Nor would your sapling soul have a reason to keep grappling If it insists upon its own fists for the occasion What better time to come up abrasive Say you "fuck it!" and raise 'em But gently Wouldn't want to wake up the Devil, now With anything short of the most obnoxious bravado in stock Wouldn't want to "get down" without truth in your back pocket Maybe those words could even be a tourniquet to stop it