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.