Graham Philip d'Ancey

 

False Prophet

Corruption seethes 

Upon his very tongue

The prophet shields the light

The darkness is too bright

For men to see

He is the usurper 

Foretold would come

To steal men's hearts away

And chain them to decay

Their eyes are blinded

By his words so pure and wise

Beneath his gilded lies

The lord of misrule cries

For genocide


The puppet master 

Wields his craft too well

For as he pulls the strings

The prophet bows and sings

The people dance

They recite their lines with joy

Beneath the darkening sky

A dragon begins to rise

And now is seen

Seven trumpets blast the silence

The pillars of wisdom crack

The knowledge of man 

Whiplashes in his face

Atomic waste