Fanaticism

Prying eyes every night and day Like there's no other things to do Minds that always hope and pray For their demi - god to pass through One man's life is another man's living It's a hell hole obsession It's only themselves that they are deceiving Like it's their only profession Longing for his highness' apparition Doing nothing but to twit Like a crazy combobulation Like a foul bird out of wit They who know no other skill But to twist their neck and babble The same old claim, they always spill Like they themselves do not stumble They who are deeply fanatics Like a cult in cloaks that worship Old stories are all their antics And his silhouette is their lordship