Coming over a beautiful sunrise,
my eyes needs a joyous surprise,
not the fist of black eyes.
Dit, dot, dash,
pockets empty with cash.
El zappo from hello,
a lightening flashing fellow.
The bird of prey,
feasting on my soul today.
The evil one flying in red,
attempting to influence my head.

Made it through the day,
traveled on the right way.

As the the beautiful sun sets,
darkness lost all of its bets,
the pandora box closes,
the red man makes his final poses,
a gleam of return in his eyes,
of course to me no surprise,
he's always hanging on the horizon,
at the beginning of the day,
setting up his evil play.

I'll be back,
terminator of souls loving attack,
touch enticing,
punch like Tyson,
caught his fist on the horizon,
blocked out his evil surprising.

For this day,
no devil decay,
as the horizon fades away.

G