Crimson Sky

Under the illusion of a crimson sky Demons devoured hot steak ale pie The sky was blue, not crimson yet What they discussed was a secret you’d bet Skin pure pale and white Seemingly staring at me what sight Restrictions and rules like meanders in valleys Sing deviously plotting their rallies Sighs of desperation, disbelief and uncertain times Hidden agendas of elite and their crimes. Hand out the dollars, dish out the pounds Keep deaf ears falling on our resisting sounds. Keep believing the lies of these clowns While wearing on our foreheads constant frowns The demons ate their steak ale pie Under the illusion of the corruption and lie The sky has turned crimson from brilliant blue And the sheep led people do not have a clue.