Analysis of Foolish Humans.

Think you a voice from God?
A messenger in the name of the Almighty?
A vision from He who is the First?
A duty given from the Father?
The perfect Being chose you?
 *Laughs* a rodent who multiplies and devours the planet
The devil has you by the ear and yet you thought it was given from the Omega
The devil has a voice
He sends his own messengers
Deceives you with visions
And even gives a soldier his duty
How foolish are we to think it was God!
We are not chosen, like blind puppets who knows not his master
Speaking and proclaiming of what we do not understand
Blaspheming, singing, raising up a devils kingdom
Only one man to walk righteously
And the wicked strung him up, mankind’s insanity
Fools, know not what we do.
Still you think it was God who led you.
As did I, rather a hundred demons working together
They paint the picture, they play the flute, the played them and you.
If you thought humans had no limits, than what of the higher species
Easily deceived, comfortably gullible, greedy and self serving.
God wasn’t with you, it was I all along
Who am I?
The devil in your head, whom you thought you got rid of.
I was never gone, merely played the part
And all this time you thought you could cast me away
Screaming the blood of Christ, hah, naive.
Ive ruled for centuries thought you could defeat someone such as me?
Going to run to Father? heres a little prayer.
Oh Father save me from myself and my wicked desires!
I care not if I’m a sinner I still demand forgiveness!
You are there for me to love me and serve me!
I want everything and when I want you ill come running back!
Spoiled rats, think you deserve anything with your nakedness and hearts of stone
Oh spare me the stoning Father! I am innocent!
I deserve not this! Ive been good all my life!
Liars, hypocrites, foul minds and forked tongues.
Double minded, and you say you love God, hah.
You know not love, nor whom you serve even.
Rather you serve yourselves and your own hearts.
A man after Gods own heart? Sounds like you were secretly after something else.
Bitterness, faithless, when times are tough you run from truth and take pleasure in darkness.
When its harder to love, you spit hate like the venom from a snake.
Ghouls do better than you, at least they are honest, not this fake statue you sculpted.
Why waste my time with the likes of you? I suppose I had nothing better to do, I laugh as you try to break free, only to run back towards my feet.
No wonder He has forsaken you.
Floods of human filth destined for hell and eternal guilt.