Call It What You Will

When you continue to play, with evil things The devils will ride your blackened wings Your dream is no longer, of soaring high but twisted and pressed under a succubi Immobilized by lies frightened, by the terror The weight that's upon your chest was not in error Whatever man chooses to call it, please hearken See the light that be in you be not, of the darken Science falsely so called will give you a reason but it is caught, in the same snare of treason While you continue to embrace a fallen world in your dreams, while demons dance and twirl You are held captive under the knotted pine They would hold you, for all time, as they dine One day you will sleep in the ground but you are slain to end this nightmare there is only but one Name 2Ti 2:26 And that they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his will.