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