He bathed himself in a golden ocean. He painted himself into someone elses masterpiece.
He brayed and he bragged, sparing no tale of his feats.
He exalted himself to the highest point and accepted a bribe sealed with the blood of a power hungry demon.
His deception elevated him high up, Hell itself sent him money. Dribbling like a baby, fat and shiny everwanting more. Nothing more than a nipple clamp telling us god and panache will get us through! And you bought it all.
Bible in one hand, gesture to accompany, slang in the other, noone told you he was the devils lover. And you fell for the words of a two bit con, like you were part of his plan... like a backdoor swap, like a wad of money for your conscience to disappear, time to forget.
His deception steals you like the wind and i sigh!
His persuasion wears you down like acid and i cry. But there´s nothing i can do. These martyrs have no names. These heroes are concealed, greasy paws. Lines of corruption own your sweet train of thought, your style, I used to call you essence, yet now you worship pestilence.
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