I see it coming, a demon from hell,
Seducing you with his words, a spell.
I shout and shout, my throat bleeds
As I witness the fruition of his seeds.
Mesmerised, proud, lust abound,
You have all the answers you want found.
You said yourself that history defines,
Yet your roots you vomit on shrines.
I shout, still, with no voice to hear,
Now all I do is wait and fear.