Misappropriation for greedy gore-soaked gains
Corrupting sacred practice with a pot of raw remains
Blood Magician for the Narcos, white suit flecked with bloody stains
The smell of rotting entrails intermingled with cocaine

Influence ever growing, as the Nganga fills
It seems he grows more potent with each drop of blood he spills
He slaughters to preserve his clients power and their fame
His former allies feed the pot and fuel the spirits flame

Life is naught but blood
And blood is naught but power
And El Padrino Grows
Stronger by the hour

Yet as Adolfo's power grew a recklessness set in
Culminating in the slaughter of a young American
The federales circled, his acolytes loosed their tongues
His ranch was overtaken and Adolfo had to run

Perhaps the very spirits he had fed with human flesh
Had conspired at last to punish him for all his hubris
The law caught up soon after and trapped in a bloody quagmire
He had his final follower send him off with bullet fire

Life is more than blood
And blood is more than power
And though evils kiss is sweet
The aftertaste is sour

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