They'll come,
I know they will.
They always come and gaze upon
you through our window.
I must not let them in.
They, who talk of sanity
and all things that
symbolize the goodness in this,
a world of neverending woe.
I must not fall prey to their lies.
They will twist the truth,
bend it to their will.
Them! The spawn of lucifer - of evil -
who claim loyality to this nation!
I must not be drawn into their web.
I try for right.
I sense their evil and see through
ALL their shallow lies...
can no one else?
I must help all to see.
What will become of us
if everyone accepts their lies,
their promises they cannot keep?
Our nation shall surely fall.
I must help all to see.
They stand before us
preaching of faith and goodness.
But can they ever accept the truth
of the everlasting King?
All must see.
Honesty.
A quality they no longer possess.
But because of their frivelous promises,
we allow them to control our lives.
We must not let them in.
Copyright March 25, 1996 Laura Miske
