Celestial Puppeteer

The devil never really need fear
For good is good for which it adheres
If right is wrong and wrong is right
It's finally time to call this fight.

A no holds barred, jugular throat spar
Ding goes the bell sky pay per view hell
The devil takes a swing the lord recoils his wings
A defensive type block from a venomous type shot
A bolt from the blue to blind nemesis view
Needless to say the lord has his own way
The devil stumbles back unsteady as he flaps
But saved by the bell the devil whom in hell
Devours more souls for now he's in control.

Round Two is now due and what must he do?
To penetrate his shell the lord blesses him to hell
The lord has lost the plot and sacrificed his flock
But low and behold the devils fork now cold
Begins to glow red the crowd jeer it's bled
The souls in which he owns they cry and moan and groan
Crawl under the lords skin and eat him from within
Tearing chunks of flesh, the gown of which is blessed
Is stained with colours red, blue and green it's said
The devil has his way so baits the crowd to say
“The one and only king”
The devil now spreads his wings.

The crowd they yell for more, the devil whom in awe
Camera flashing lights, mic's that catch the fight
Nursing both their wounds whilst perched upon their stools
Plot strategic plans to counteract each hand.

The bell it sounds out loud, the lord shrugs off his shroud
Though the devil knows the score and gestures him for more
Sidestepping each others fists, the crowd so loving this
For ratings have reached the roof, the world must know the truth
The money bank rolls in
Now is this such a sin?
A fight before mankind to govern all whom blind.

The blows continue to rain, the lord's forsaken pain
But what is the cost? for the devil's now lost the plot
He'll maim and cheat and steal, corrupt and spin the wheel
Causing loads of strife, he'll throw the dice to life.

All the lord has on his side, is the people of whom he guides
For without all these souls, their hopes, their dreams, their goals
That lay clouded in their heads, for in sets fear and dread
For the future in which they see, a people they long to free.

In the corner all is well, defensively he's shell
Can take and give it back, the devil so loving that
As cameras zoom on in, broadcasting all the sin
Ratings have now peaked, as more tune in to seek
The answers deep inside, the questions of which they hide
The knowledge in which we seek, the truth may render weak
Upon the grassy knoll, the crowd now gather old
A vision that looks so bleak, the channel has lost it's reach
Far and wide expanse, opinion replaced by chance
The hope in that we seek, the light we aim to reach
That glistening pot of gold, the story of old that's told
Has always been in reach for not the devils keep.

For the lord to lend a hand of this you must demand
For only deep inside of we, is the fight that'll set us free.