The Devil softly spoke,
To the foolish earthly folk:
By idiocy you are enslaved,
Your morals are depraved.

Set your souls free,
For I proudly foresee -
With might, you may reign
And without masks of vain.

You will be saved from emotional pain,
You won’t have a reputation to maintain,
Worldly pleasures will be yours to obtain,
Treasures will be easy to maintain.

You just have to set yourself free,
You must set yourself completely free!
Free from rotten morals of progress,
From the false virtues of the virtueless.

...the Devil advocated for his ways,
Who he deemed fitting for our days.
And while it might sound repulsive,
This is also a preposition compulsive.

Now I speak: the world is doomed,
By its own idiocy, it is consumed.
The morals had gone wrong and vile
Ancient virtues are out of style!...

Ergo hear me and set free,
For I too proudly foresee -
With vigour, you shall reign
If you drop the masks of vain.

He is surely serious,
Moderately devious.
His face is deluding;
His smile - accusing.

Deluding of His ways.
Accusing of the praise
You blindly give to Faith,
Like it’s a which or wraith?

This devil’s name is Fear,
Origins of his powers are clear:
It comes from Your mind dear.
And know: his judgment is severe.

At first, shade of doubt appears -
In your ambition it might interfere.
Like evil spawn, it is somewhere near...
Apart your sweet dreams it may tear.

do forgive you, dearest enemy of mine,
In your name I shall raise a glass of wine!
Your misdeeds were but a blink in my life(?);
Do not worry (if I am honest) I wish no strife.

I forgive you from the bottom of heart -
After all, in my life you had but a little part;
Towards you I hold no grudge or malice
Your name is not accursed in my palace.

I forgive you, even when I care little of you,
I forgive you, my dearest foe, because I loathe you.
I fear not of sin,
I embrace it and all that’s (supposedly) wicked,
One of the kind I am, out of all the souls restricted.

Restricted and limited by world’s laws and morals;
Men are imprisoned in their “peaceful” quarrels!
Democracy is an idea foolish and so overrated,
The word being rotten - that is directly related!

You see, my Dearest Enemy,
I forgive you fearlessly.
The men have lost their true identity!
It is failure that reigns in clear hegemony…

I forgive you…
Because that is what would annoy you!
The world have lost its battle of its feeble life.
World's end was by your metaphorical knife.

I forgive you, kindly,
Yet I refuse to name you.
Thus you shall be nameless,
Formless! Frameless!

But the Hope is not all lost.
The human mind will defrost -
Your reign will be over, forever
Right ideas will be merged together.

Line ‘em up. Shoot ‘em down!
There are traitors in this town!
There are traitors in this town!
Shoot every tenth man down!

I am the law, I hold the crown.
And those, who oppose the crown,
Shall be put down, to the ground.
Put down, to the cold, cold ground.

Line ‘em up. Shoot ‘em down!
There are traitors in this town!
There are traitors in this town!
Corpses don’t even make us frown!

By the grace of God I rule
In this world cold and cruel
Death is but a fancy tool
To crush the idea of a fool

Line ‘em up. Shoot ‘em down!
There are traitors in this town!
There are traitors in this town!
Death is walking somewhere around.

The idea of freedom visited your mind.
Perhaps a safe-heaven in it it did find?
But be wary still, I am far from blind
And to the traitors, I am far from kind.

Line ‘em up. Shoot ‘em down!
There are traitors in this town!
There are traitors in this town!
That is how you obey the crown.

Line ‘em up. Shoot ‘em down!
There are traitors in this town!
There are traitors in this town!
He is king, you are but a clown.

So he spoke, and so he spoke,
It almost seemed like a bad joke:
Each side is clinging to his truth -
Eye to eye, tooth for a tooth.

Now we may say “conclusion” -
Trying hard to avoid confusion,
Each lives in his own illusion,
Trying to prove this poor delusion.

Cha. Cha!
This is the law…
Of the gods and monsters,
We are just failed imposters.

Human life is precious.
But it might infectious.
Thusss...

Line ‘em up. Shoot ‘em down!
There are traitors in this town!
There are traitors in this town!
He is king, & you are but a clown!

Hear, worshipers of thunder
Pure evil rises from under
The masks of fake kindness
To fight us in our blindness.

For what we are to define
What was gods’ design?...
Maybe vice meant divine -
Are we headed to our decline?

Rise, worshipers of thunder,
It is now our task to wonder!
Are we righteous in our vision -
Be blind or not, that’s our decision.

For life is not just black and white,
And it is hard to tell what is right.
In this confrontation with morality
We face the paradox of our reality.

Fall, worshipers of thunder,
Your quest was but a petty blunder
You believed in virtuous humanity,
Found only the true form of insanity.

Fallen from gods-given grace...
You failed the human race,
You defied the Nature’s way -
Terrible price You now must pay.

How low will you fall
To the depths of the darkness
How low will you bow
To the tyrants and titans?

When you are but a piece
Of the grand mechanism?
When you are but a tool
Of the political scheme?

A soldier of love
On the field of betrayal?
Or a lover of war
On the pile of the dead?

How hard will you reach
For the throne of the ******?
How hard will you lose
In this fight with absurd?

Radicalism is the death of logic.
It is faith blind and pathologic.
For one must comprehend,
One truth - that is not the end.