Good or bad, naughty or nice,
Situations will always bring the soul out.
The saint's actions will always be of good,
While the devil works hard to create an illusion of good.
Then there's you doing both for show,
For the entertainment of your belief.
To mankind and progress,
Then who saves you from the truth?
You are the bad that's chained by history,
A short leash that's preventing you.
Stopping you from who you truly are,
Yet once freedom is gained, consequences will show.
The product of your actions,
The soul you've concealed.
You are what you sought to destroy.
