The heart of man
Is full of deceit
A nest of vipers
With bones replete
Endless treachery
Is the nature of virtue
A mummer's piety
Of saints and statues
There are no angels
Only devils
In this endless farce
The will to power is all
Casting pearls before the swine
Is hope of benevolent designs
Yet our nature to deify
Wolves cloaked in light
For it only matters
When murder makes martyrs
When all of the horror
Brings forth opportunities
The illusion shatters
When you see the departure
Sanctimonious honor
Gives way to utility
No angels
Only devils
Houses of the holy
Just graves
When they tear your heart out
Remember
Jesus saves
