Poisoned Remedies from Poisoned Prophets

Poisoned are the minds of the sheep Drinking of the wine that lures the meek Words to guide life, stolen from the wise Now over time are laced with feeble lies A herd that's only blind to their own light Turns the other cheek and is crushed by might The shadows that crawl inside their being They push aside in dread To not control that inner flame Leaves the sleeping beast untamed Thus a fragmented mind beset Broken at the core, posturing as strength Blame it on the fruit that makes us transcend Benevolence and love, pockets lined with gold Demagogues and priests fooling young and old Spinning tragic webs, so all fear their caskets Poisoned Remedies from Poisoned Prophets Yet that shadow still licks The back of their skull Whispering of delightful "sins" Their fallacy facade is undone So now impotent with no inner will The anima consumes Take in the holy blood Devour the flesh in ritual Recite necromantic spells Black Magick will receive you Have no true fear in god He has already fallen You are truly the fallen Lead those disciples astray Tell them to "fear not" Your unsanctimonious mortal prey The devils in the details Poisoned Remedies from Poisoned Prophets Poisoned Remedies from Poisoned Prophets