Fools Paradise

there are those among us that are truly not of us
they hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
taking heed to all those twisted ways and lies
they have tombstones in the head cause there the walking dead
viscous long hanging fangs that bite dripping blood of side
evil minds that plug destruction in there tortured mind
they settle for the claim I am what I do
biting off far more then they could ever chew
yet what are we to do ?
pray that they may come to a knowledge greater then self
be ever sensitive to there needs
but be on guard for there vain attacks
blind leading the blind then soon they will fall into a ditch
they search for truth from a garbage can
eyes with spots having holes
they switch roles when you least expect it
some come to kill, steal & destroy
this is there chief aim & ploy
when will we ever live to understand
there whole head is sick & there hearts are faint
they can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
perhaps you want to put that book right back on its shelf
there god is sin, self & Satan

just suppose we had a fool's paradise
another chance at which to roll the dice twice
blinded from the truth they believe the lie
greed with always something up the sleeve
living in a land so very mean
the surface of the sun has tainted there inner vision
yet they claim to be out on a mission
in the end they will have no where else to turn
for some burn baby burn
but for others who have chosen the truth for themselves
a place of love, harmony & peace
away from this earthly vain existence
to a place where saints will soar
the fool has said in his heart there is no god
there's a way that seems right to a man but in the end is a pathway of death..
lastly, before I rest
what does it profit a man that will gain the whole world
yet in the end will lose their soul.

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