Magician

The twisting night laced with crime and deceit could reveal all hearts as sinister and unsympathetic in a seemingly treacherous flight of survival and trepidation. When you're nervous within, you could bring a case against the last person you slept with or your brother the priest; there is no one trustworthy in a moment of mental defeat. My feet are paralyzed like a car with a broken ignition switch unable to turn over and drive; have you ever felt like you were the last person alive? Don't talk to me so innocently like you've never taken a man down; stop playing me as a pawn or a clown in pursuit of minor change or tarnished gold; I never forget anything I've been told and I know your rap sheet too well. I'm ready for any predicament, any level of Dante's Hell; I can withstand any blow or violent attack, I'm not one to turn squeamish, put my hand to the plow and gaze back. Carve me out with a kitchen utensil or a double-edged knife, after so many grievances lodged against God and man, I don't work to preserve my life. I've got to turn over a new rock and disappear within; if you're anything less than a magician, you'll never escape your enemy's trap door or hidden chamber, only the clever make their way to sunlight again.