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 ***** on shrines.
I shout, still, with no voice to hear,
Now all I do is wait and fear.