The Darkness And Hatred

He spoke with a honeyed voice,

Reminding us all of our choice,

To follow into the pits of hell,

A ringing of a viper's bell,

When virtue speaks,

His lies start to reek,

A swirling mass of hate,

 Leaving the bright to their fate,

As their lives crumble,

His words caused the tumble,

He still stands proud,

Deceiving the crowd,

Striking down their deeds,

Telling them they should bleed,

It didn't matter who it was,

He killed their hope just because,

Leaving broken souls in his wake,

His words made many break,

Hidden was his hate of man,

Who always led from the van,

Sitting proudly and unbroken,

A new feeling is awoken,

Doubt in their minds,

They start to find,

Whenever he talks,

About the way they walk,

Among other trifling things,

Effective are his fangs,

No one can see,

Until they are no longer free,

From a desired fate,

Living in his darkness and hate