Morning Star
The devil is in hearts of the many too afraid to be themselves
That are first to face the tune of day's clock
With wickedness thrained their dereliction can't stop
They're prudently persistent about the way you do things
Having absolutely no concept of love or compromising
When they finish destroying what they could
They move on to another
So when you see him sneering back at you
Across the table at the bar
Know it's him the snake breeching the weeds
The unholy morning star
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