Greg "Grey" Perkins - The Mystic

Towering over this land
The vision in his mind we just can't understand
He's a patron
A king of the court, a magician, a demon of sorts
He's a man, with many a thought
And many a man,whose soul he has bought
The mystic
He's power and pain
The king
Just a puppet on a chain
Look into the future for me

The people knowing, not what is done
Blinded by a truth, of the man who has come
To purchase souls, by a lie
Never knowing, when they'll die
Running all, for many a year
His reign continues, with many a tear
Blind control, he's in charge
Directing the future of everyone

All alone, where the cold wind blows
The rain comes heavy against the body and soul
No questions
Can't anyone see
Blinded by poverty and devoured by greed

Written by:
Gregory Perkins

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