Misguided

Your gruesome visions of the future are making you freak
A global war of demolition will lead to the hell on earth
You'll be left alone holding the short end of the stick
For those created souls there's gonna be no rebirth
Only you can spot the shape-shifters among the nations
Though it's too late, a human within them has already died
Lucifer's posing as a messiah is running out of patience
To rule earth he's unchained and doesn't have to hide
You're appealing to Savior for help, but get no reply
If he's gonna save his best people you don't know yet
As a dense fog clears, in a starry sky you see large birds fly
They are fallen angels, and again you are left all wet

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