By his cunningness
Were people all around toxicated
They haven’t even fairly said goodbye to their savior
But have already waded in deadly sin
Went back on all the promises given to the Father.
They have been noticed by the great demons
They finger with their tobacco, thorns and despair
In the fields, where the evil rises at the night…
They are thankful and happy/fortunate for they belong to him
They are taught to praise the pride
Blinded to sell
Their rotten knowledge to the poor
To the poor that knew of God only.
And look there…
The death seedsmen are coming for Juda Iscariot
And they will come for every light in the house
For all that is human
And reasonable.
