Wicked Are The Saints

We were wrong to believe them. So wrong. Nothing we have been told up to this point has been the whole truth, nothing. They told us what we were doing was right, convinced us with sweetly whispered words that drove us onward. Alluded us with false images of perfect worlds, of bright futures bathed in purity and righteousness, a world where we were the highest order of beings and like children we were fool enough to believe them. Maybe that's being a bit too harsh, perhaps I'm being to cynical, after all, we only were children then weren't we?