Devil's Speech

They are a race who deserves nothing less

Then Hell's fire on hands and breast

Slaves can be misled to believe

That freedon is something they can conceive

A woven web of lies and deceit

Traps them on the road where sin leads the feet

They are hopelessly lost and are searching for light

They turn to sin, pleading for night

Fools! No two wrongs make a right

No amount of struggle can free them

And doubts take root and stem

Human minds tangle all on their own

A minimal prodding will rattle their bone

An idea sinks in and never really leaves

It simmers and soaks and gently weaves

A large possibility the mind wants to heave

Pushed out of sight, out of mind?

Ha! Even without eyes, I could never be so blind

Once an idea is in, there's no getting it out

Assumptions and probabilities the mouth will spout 

Easily confused and easily tricked

Easily frustrated and easily ticked

Humans will not survive the next decade in time

By then they will be dead and covered in grime

Their souls stacked up, waiting for the judge's call 

To who's going up and who's to fall

Though humans are supposedly advanced in their years

They fail to see and fail to hear

That what really matters is an afterlife to fear