THE SWEETEST OF LIES

TO SUBDUE OTHERS,
I SOUGHT THE POWER,
TO CONTROL THEIR MINDS,
MY DECEPTIVE WORDS 
THEY DRANK LIKE WINE.

I APPEALED TO THEIR EMOTIONS, 
AND TO THE LUST OF THEIR FLESH,
STROKING THEIR PRIDE,
MY LIES THEY INGEST.

I FLATTER THEM ABOUT THEIR BEAUTY,
AND PROMISE THEM FAME,
GREAT WEALTH AND PROSPERITY WILL BE YOURS,
IF YOU WOULD BOW DOWN, AND WORSHIP MY NAME.

LIKE A BOUNTIFUL SUMMER HARVEST, 
THEY ALL FELL TO THE GROUND,
AND WORSHIP THAT WHICH WAS FALLEN 
NOW THEY ARE ALL, HELL BOUND.

WILFORD BARKER.