Postmodern Hell

The swindler's sagacious, wicked and anxious    
Best prepare a feast of minds    
Instrumentally less sheer, weaponizing our fear    
He longs to be the key that winds    
   
The puppet has strings and scripts and things    
Beholden to the fringe of the law    
When mendacity wears down his vestigial crown    
His malfeasance is all too raw    
   
Take our spirit, take our means. Start ripping through seams    
To lay a base of exclusive profusion    
It'll take a weatherworn stroll over a kettle-baked knoll    
To infer this noisome intrusion    
   
He lay a sumptuous grin and the wherewithal within    
To be furtively cruel at the peak of his perch    
Overseeing cities and towns, laying simpers not frowns    
Whilst destroying the work of the church    
   
He has taken away our capacity to pray    
By allowing pestilence to infect our good name    
To follow a law never written leaves the populace smitten    
They blindly shape to this volatile game    
   
But what they didn't expect was the fresh introspect    
Of a warrior gathering his crew    
He spreads an abundance of seed and the souls that he's freed    
Unspoiled and starting anew    
   
He plants wisdom. He plants truth. He fights nail. He fights tooth    
Propagating the crime of volition    
We cut ties with the liar, hold his feet to the fire    
Until we can stand in a firmer position    
   
We need more freestanding to conquer the landing    
Jailing all who perpetuate this lie    
Their aberrant reality authoring our normality    
Claims the pariah will be the first to die    
   
We must remain strong so they don't string us along    
Through the labyrinth of their obsession    
It whittles me breathless why they are so restless    
In formulating this absurd progression    
   
All it takes is just one to undo what they've done    
As long as our voice doesn't stray    
Don't give them the clout; Once in is now out    
And we can flourish without the decay