No magic,
lifes good and tragic.
Fools make it worse,
devils spread their curse.
God spreads faith and hope,
many turn to alcohol and dope.

Reality lives dead,
many inflate head.
Superstition writing on the wall,
some black magic does call.
Bones lie bleached in sun,
whatever it was is done.

Magic lies in wait,
many things happen to relate.
God and angels perfom miracles,
some make headline articles.
The unexplained,
enhances or leaves a brain trained.

Heads hang down,
spirits fly around.
In the graveyard,
death holds the trump card.
Out in the living,
very few try forgiving.

Love lives ruling,
so many demand drooling.
Sex and love have magic,
until things turn tragic.
Many are the few,
who see this life through.

G