Clever more are those of kind who use truth to spin their lies ,
Evil cast are those we find who hide behind their eyes,
Swift to judge and true to form you beguile those in your care
Haunted in your own pretence you are the devils snare,
I need no Puritans allure to tempt you to your fate,
The great deceiver  well you be but your deceit has come too late,
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood,
we fight against the rulers,
Those who set your leash away,
The condemned that tried to fool us.