Fallen

I used to think highly of you

But somehow you managed to change red to blue

You think you are God’s sweet anticipation

But could you possibly be a losing champion?

By each step and stroke, a new Dorian Gray

I hope you realize it before it’s too late

Don’t let this be a shock; I’m not the only one

A lot of people don’t like who you’ve become

You’ve sold your soul to a legion of lies

Now you’re destined to meet a deadly demise

I sure hope to God that I’m wrong

But if this is gospel, this is your swan song.