The irony of his poetry astounds me
Gates of heaven and Singing angels
Such honey that pours from his adulterous mouth
It is bitter and sour, stained with hell and death
The words trick and tease you as a lovers tounge
And blind you to the iniquities they intone
His kings dream of ecstatic bliss will fade
Into nightmares of regret and loss and terrible fate
You journey a dark path of destruction
Lies sprinkled with deciet bathed in falsehood
You will have no trust when you finally see
You are mired in a place where love bleeds