The nightmare thats alluring, Changes its stance at chance, Earlier promises interweave events, Intent soon turns to resent, Now morales are forsaken, Never to be retaken. When will we awaken, And see the true creation, Of this nightmares plot, Which is to vegetate and rot, The human soul with so much grief, We are forced into false belief. Its the light of life, That holds us in the dark, And only the dark of death, That holds us within the light, So the preachers bark.