POETRY
The third of three movements. While these were written chronologically in a different order, time is a fickle arrangement. These pieces deal with how we are often the worst we see in others and understanding that the one who needs to forgive you is yourself.
Son of Satan
Please don’t tell my son
the merchant and I are friends again
he hates him
I hate him too,
he steals the money
he steals the food
i’m blue, whoa oh
I’m blue.
(chorus)
Why’d I sign that contract in blood,
cause my son’s the devil
why’d I give my life away like that
cause my sons the devil
I look into his eyes, there is no surprise
my sons the devil in disguise.
Then I look into the merchants mirror
and I see my evil sneer
horns are pointing out
I know what this is about
these devil eyes of mine
begin to shine, feel a little
less divine, the merchant
has not been kind,
the seller will become the swine
cause I’m the devil in disguise
there will be no surprise
look into my, evil eyes.
A.G. Balázs
A.G. Balázs is a Director, Producer, Actor, Video and Photographer, Screenwriter, Poet. Songwriter and Musician.