The Reprobate - Coldworker

Take it in, this spiteful brew

Sharp with rancor’s spit

Formed, flawed, enticing wit

And words, sharp with avarice

Stoked, awed, his minions march

Drinking hard his bitter wares

Drunk they vomit up and chant

Dogma-soaked intransigence

The effigies afire

The saviour approaches the stage

Hungry masses gather round

They shift at every word

The wolf surveys, and sheep surround

Godlike presence calms

Oratory skills unmatched

Suppressed forked tongue

With bated breath, the world is in his grasp

Fuming crowds, stampede forth

Usher in a primal age

Architects of apathy,

Feed and fuel their disciples unswayed

Reprobated anthems

Reprobated laws

Spew the sadist doctrine

Smiling as his plan unfolds

Spinning untruths

Salting open wounds

Recall the last time

We let this disease run amok?

Invoking artifice

Diatribes unwind

With fire in his eyes

His clenched fist hammers home each lie

The casualty is truth in this design

To tap into the weaknesses of men

Veracity dissolving through his hands

Replaced by toxic theories unrefined

Fuming crowds, stampede forth

Usher in a primal age

Architects of apathy

Feed and fuel their disciples unswayed

Reprobated anthems

Reprobated laws

Spew the sadist doctrine

Smiling as his plan unfolds

Spinning untruths

Salting open wounds

Recall the last time

We let this disease run amok?