Under the candle
There is darkness indeed
Alot of spoken hollow air
That burns oxygen with greed
A small change in the letter
Is what they call Subversion
It is subtle but changes meanings
It is definitely a perversion
Cheap scriptures, cheap carbon prints
The message isn't real
Blind followers you want
For your daily spiel
I pray for your souls
When you have to answer
What havoc and destruction you left
Cause you were a chancer
This is a reminder, a gift
For the listeners, and seekers with open hearts
To the devil, to the wretched
A poisonous dart
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