Father Of All Lies, He's A Wolf In Sheep's Skin

Those who speak with forked
tongue’s speak no truth.

They become tongue tied and
sharp as knifes.

They weaponize their beliefs
with sword like words, claiming
lies to be truth but truth
to be lies.

They twist reality and bend
the truth so their false beliefs
can rule.

That like rotting flesh their
lies attract flies, it stinks
of betrayal and treason.

It is polluted with rotted promises
and ghostly wars we’ve fought before.

The cowards crawl on their belly’s
like serpents at the feet of the
wolf.

He who is a wolf in sheep’s skin
dresses like a dog but bark’s up
the wrong tree.

He’s the father of all lies,
as the people open wide to
devour his bent bones grinding
on his knifes like rabid dogs;
they choke the innocent and
pollute the minds of our youth.

Damning our future as they burn
their bridges. Nothing but ruins
lay ahead. You can hear the wolf’s
howling upon the wasteland they
left behind.