I didn't write the lyrics in 1993. That is about the time I had lost the screw driver, which was the last thing I owned that I brought with me from home. I had lost the letter about 2 years earlier when I lived in the median strip of Gandy Boulevard.
I believe I wrote the lyrics after I found the hypnotic trigger and became crazy, seeing little cartoon people in my head. Some of them used to attack me using colored spherical ball like lights.
I thought they were made from the blood of murdered victims so I tried making one out of my own from a dead turkey that became a turkey sandwich I was eating at the time and the ball became a person I see who I now call Devin.
I didn't name him. He had been seemingly sexually abused by one of the enemies attacking me and I later read an article in some magazine about an autistic child whose mother had killed him because the mother said the child had told her that he had been sexually abused the same way by the boy's father, and that the child had told her that he wanted to die.
The person I call Devin has a face that looked similar to the child's and much later there was a church shooting in Texas who the perpetrator of looked similar and was named Devin.
I believe I wrote the lyrics for Devin, who is a ball of light.
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