The hand that giveth

Evil is not some spirit

for it lives in every land

It’s only need to take shape

is present in human hand

From there it assumes many guises

sometimes a smiling face

An offering of some favor

or the promise of some grace

Gifts fatally conditional

predicated on some oath

Granting their protections

to the very souls that they loath

Evil knows you’ll follow blindly

like kittens in their youth

Who’ve not yet opened up their eyes

that they may see the truth

When facts can cause discomfort

When honesty makes some cry

It’s every man for himself

When most prefer to believe the lie