Akuma

Fortitude and everything but grief
Leader of the dukes
When our meat hooks shook
We didn't beam
Instead he used my rag to tie those curls
Folded a bunch of fives inside his wallet
While looking out into the distance

I will surely miss him, unrequitedly
As I'm sure he would agree
Only self-worth is key
Anger piling, friends wiling away
An ogle cold and frail
An ogre setting sail

Denizen of hell they called him by
Or gave it to himself?
Well, to my defence
I didn't have a chance to suggest one among the yells
Drowning church bells out
In unison they shout

Evict the demon
Grill its children on top of their home
Better safe than sorry
You'll be grown up soon

Fortitude and everything but grief
Leader of the dukes
When our meat hooks shook
We didn't beam
Instead he used my rag to tie those curls
Folded a bunch of fives inside his wallet
While looking out into the distance
I will surely miss him



Credits
Writer(s): Orson Wouters, Lukas Hermans, Ruben Paul F Mertens
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