A walk to your former live
Poses a major thread
When you was the secret writing
On the underside of a bread
I went to the marketplace
There was the neighbor’s dog
He’s a blunt illiterate
I wanted to turn back
He said I’m the demon of the pit
And I cannot read or write
I am enthroned to decide
Wether you will live or die
He was dressed up with a turban
And kicked a head of a cat
Said tell me this secrets
From the underside of bread