The Devil Wears A PonyTail

When the last illusion is gone
all the secrets are revealed
how does one carry on
knowing their fate is sealed

With no more exceptions
to  believe in, to trust
all proven to be deceptions
dreams all turn to dust

The devil wears a ponytail
dances in red  bowling shoes
Has everything for sale
and people are made to use

Vacations on the gulf coast
weekends in the quarter
the dreams you cherish most
bricks walls without mortar

With an outlaw at her side
to help gather the lost souls
leaving you no place to hide
trapped on this bed of coals

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