False Prophet Poem by The Lastdon

The warmth against my skin,

the singing of gentle wind,

it happens in all again,

from the beginnings of us until the end,

the touch of an angel, in which we all believe,

though the truth about this fellow he's only here to deceive,

hell has come to earth,

oh when will you believe,

the truth about this world,

oh yes we've been deceived,

the devil has led,

his great disgrace,

you see the darkness within his face,

a shamed we already had took our place,

alongside the prince of the night,

it was our choice it is our right,

I thought we had a chance,

but after so long the same old glance,

the choice was given to me,

the world is over, but don't you see,

there is no good in men,

the devil had known from the beginning he'd win,

there is but only a dream,

I thought people were good they seemed,

the lies in all we do, for the world will prove our lies are the truth.