Satan sits smiling
He smells the bad
crooks return
Back to their old
tricks
The tainted leaders
in rope
Satan is the puppet
master
He thought he had
lost the crooks
Somehow God grants
them a space
Let them roam and
think their names
The sins of their
lives
They forget to
repent and seek new way
They fall back to
the old routines
Like the heroin
addicts back to the joints
So, Satan can
afford a smile
The bad crooks will
gather more flocks
He smiles in the
mirrors of many
“Bring them all to
me!”
We have the fools
We have the zombies
They don’t change
They don’t see
The way down the
darkest pit
Even the screams nobody
will hear
A droplet of silent
water fall
A thirst to renew
but it never happens
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