Richmond Pisswell

Deceiver, the Saviour
The killer, reliever
Why do you see me as someone you
Should not believe?
Am I threat to your progress
When all I made is sense
What’s the use of life-giving bread
When it never raised the dead
I try everyday to feed your ignorance
But you choose to follow the broken path
From the sun, you run and hide
Reveal yourself to genocide
Hopeless, you’re hopeless