Hands of time - The Eyes of a Traitor

The Devil in their pockets,

They hence forth doors

Where they’re un-welcomed to trade their life for a book

Filled with lies and murderous intention

Twisted realities where the truth is false

A simple question provokes the death penalty

Overwhelmed by rejection bewildered by disbelief,

With heavy sound of feet they approach with learned stealth

Caring for nothing but the heroin high.

I’m testifying.

Their prayed sins

Strive forgiveness

The others in temples of arrogance.

We have the truth

They proclaim as their foes tell differing stories.

We have the truth

They proclaim as their foes tell differing stories.

Read their books filled with insanity and conflict unnumbered

Then look into their junkie eyes.

Nothing I say will appease the Beast

Lurking behind the message of truth

Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death

Desguised in light, a sighed relief

Passes my lips the beasts of the forest have been kept at bay.

Appease the beast!

Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death

Desguised in light, a sighed relief

Passes my lips the beasts of the forest has been kept at bay

For at least one more day

Nothing I will say will appease the beast

Lurking behind the message of truth

Dripping evil for the tongue swiftly closing the door on the message of death.