The Monsters Of Men

In the minds of all men hide their untruths
Manipulations and lies of the past
Ah what strange memories of our short youths
That have banded together miscast

They seek sanctuary in our mistrust
Shape shifters scheming in pockets of doubt
They feed from the roots of destruction lust
Fertile soil of fear is where they sprout

And so men become their dreaded monsters
And insist there are gods to be blamed
Using metaphors as cannon fodder
In a lame war of translation and name

Demons are not found in lairs of hell,
In every man’s shadow is where they dwell.