False Prophet
the man on the pulpit is screaming at me
he calls me a sinner and he calls me a fiend
but who is the monster?
i just cannot tell
for he'll be the fool burning in hell
he rants and he raves about crime and disease while shaking his fists and shouting his pleas
his eyes burn like acid and his words are like doom
from scapegoat to scapegoat he tears open wounds
he shepherds lost sheep then devours them whole
but one day soon he will pay for their souls...
his crooked face drops and his eyes they turn black as the cobra is coiled and set to attack
with venomous vegeance turns his dark devil days into neverending night
false prophet is eaten and swallowed alive
he's falling now 4ever in a bottomless hole
false prophets and preachers your end now unfolds
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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