Blessed

Are they who thought they were chosen Who are they that were frozen? Wick and wise to the candle that burns Both ends are full of soot in golden urns Girth a symbol of wealth in times of old Now it is a birth of evil in times foretold Give the poor a hand out, never one up Shall you unearth and make them give Grave diggers smile with golden teeth As the puppet masters pull strings from beneath Devil is detailed and he is in, heaven forbid What is right and good shall win? Do you question this blessed truth Not I for he and I are the sleuth Detecting the agenda before it corrupts Forever blessed, even as hell erupts