False Prophet
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Closing doors on a broken dream
Hiding behind the Almighty
Deception wearing a Crown
And children weep and scream
In a castle built on lies
The souls are left to drown
And the pious rules supreme
Armed with the voice of god
When god is not around!
To reveal the wicked scheme
He marches to cleanse the world
Fires to cleanse the town
And blood to clear the stream
An army of broken promises
In a field of Red and Brown
And tears to stink the steam
Every glance has a plan
Every smile hides a frown
In all the pages, it’s a theme
