I go with the art of the dark
with my heart in the ark.
In the moon-lit nights i reveal
the mercy bottle in the heel.
The potion enters in my greed
to make me super in the deed.
The sinner takes out a leap
for the winners go down steap.
My steps may make it reach
to the zeneth of the beach.
Heavenly whores i shall defy
for holy spirits i never certify.
And my sight of the heavens fall
like the cross of the christ so tall.
So i shall walk with my sins
with pride i shall witness my wins.
And with virtuous i shall deny to dine
for they are not worth a dime.
And with the sinners i shall speak
with all our might we’ll press the weak..
Khan Elie Gohar Durrani