Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy?
Is it made from a smokeless fire?
The Jinn are they our trouble makers
Do they give me & you the evil eye?
Yes, evil is around us it's transparent
We are all at times possessed
Every day that we are living
Our personalities, Lord, how they've transgressed.
So, we reflect in the mirror
What is truly real, what does this life possess
Of course, we all make mistakes
Big or little, it doesn't mean it's all a game of chess.
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