Some off us trust him
Others fear him
Unfortunately we all know him
He is the unknown ruler of our world

He controls who you are
What you want
What you receive
What you believe

His followers are those of the blind
Rats plague this land
A virus
The exterminators are gone, cleared out
Rat infested
Souls are judged and tested

He works well with wood
Maybe he makes a clock
Maybe a train
But he makes your casket instead
Wide grin waving

This man is a story
Real only in words
A wisp of a shadow
Reigning

Giving food in one hand
Taking food in the other
Slowly dissolving you

He swipes the slate clean
Of thought, individuality and reason
Conjuring a world
Black as nothing