lubok#1
Black magic
The art of money
Of love is secondary
The target in bliss
Love and money
Rich guys rich women
The moon dares not smile
When evil walks the line
The charms I had seen
The havoc it made
Nothing to do with love
It is money or revenge
The target in bliss
The advice falling on deaf ears
The pursue of materialistc wants
The eyes glitter the mind evil
It walks in shadows
It is always on a short lease
Renewing it every few years
Sometimes the charm flows with the moon
Like a werewolf behaviour changes
Go consult a Thai monk
Thailand monks are expert
They always able to do it
Take off the spell cast it away
Believe it
Black magic works
Slowly into the target consciousness
When every one says so
The target laughs it off
Then he is lost in a maze
Finding way home so difficult
Of the misty clouds colour him blind