Crimson imperil

The wolves bear the tendrils of mischief
Weaving in and out of compliance
We’re amongst sages whose pages of scholar
leak wisdom with most certain reliance

The sheep to the wolves; the naysayers
Create depth with malicious ingredients
Instilled with such wild delusions
While parading in maximal obedience

Marionettes of masterful doting
Spreading the absurd of the words of their idols
When challenged, they slip into heathens
They spew venom; they are the entitled

The sheep have the loudest of voices
Bantering quips of societal decay
The wolves hold the proudest of virtue
Seeing through the corrupts disarray

The lies; the demise of the order
The laws of unyielding command
The overarching hands of our leaders
The toiling of souls in their brand

The perverted intent of disvalue
They’re the followers of merit’s disdain
They’ll cry blue in a crimson imperil
They’ll leech the liquid right out of the rain