Misconstrued and misguided,
the small minded blindsided,
by the devil who crept through the back door.
Ignored or mistaken for the things you adore,
the thrill that kills any trace of will.
A siren tricking the mind to hearing silence
at alarming stakes.
It all makes me shake with rage,
for it's hate that's been my saving grace,
because I know the results of stolen faith.