Deed's

Eyes they have yet are blind Illusion of pride on every mind Decieveing they are but themselves Assuming angel's but are men Carrying numerous faces around Clueless they are but are proud Friend of all and foe to none Confusing even the mighty satan Singing songs of glory and plunder But they are a cloudless thunder Hiding their fears inside Call themselves kings of might Shocked i was when I came to mind My own deeds which i saw in dreams