he made lies right.
None could withstand his wiles,
an act both perfect and prudent.
Littering so many consciences
in the hallway of evil,
he’d beat all at their best game.
A new kind of evil,
unveiled at the heart of the innocent.
The heart of many became his playground,
and infinite minds he made his throne.
He isn’t scared by devotions
or hearts that cling to deities in piety.
Abominable practices made refined,
a simple invention of his making.
Joy and happiness untold
promised to all his loyalists.
he captured the attentions of gods.
He has reached a state of no return,
Now he is called ‘Reprobate’.