The Deciever
You are the deceiver
and I am the deceived
centuries you've had to master your craft
and clever you are
your words are misleading
your promises untrue
and the people you make your puppets
your games no man can win
those trapped in playing your game merit death
my life you hate
my blessings you despise
with gold and women you lure man into your trap
from children you take fathers and mothers
from fathers and mothers you take children
you wish to be God
but you are no God
You are doomed and time is against you
Look to the sky
hear the trumpets blow
feel the earth tremble
The Master comes and for you defeat is near
Victory shall be mine
Peace unto Gods people forever and ever
Copyright © Reginald Harrison | Year Posted 2017
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