#Nine

In the realm of gods and men Man shall prosper, god will end Broken mind, strong will is bent Soul is freed, body now spent So stand and pretend And embrace as if friends. But the truth still remains Now we sit in refrain And reflect on the fact That we are all slaves Forgetting of tact Left crippled and lame In love with the game Designed by a beast One eye always watching Your soul it reaps No fangs it keeps Desire, it seeks Seductive: She tempts and deceives New victim each week She targets the meek. Corruption: A tribe of elect Believed as correct, shall choke On every false word ever spoke. Self Destructive: We soon expire Then return to the source Truth on fire Hopeless and Iniquitous course.