Betting on the lord.

They are betting on the lord that stupidity brings intelligence They're constantly telling me their love with hate but the only lord I see is fake. I cannot fathom calling myself moronic, as they But continue, they do, to bet on the lord If he calls for imperfection then it is easily achieved an accomplishment that by birth they have earned Since when has two faces made one worthy if they are betting on the lord? ironically they tell me I do not know myself when in reality they take the face of the superiority They are allowed to kill, but if it is not they, it is the devil they are betting on the lord. while they sit back and watch innocently menacingly, the innocent are killed Their laughter is only worth a life, which, what is that worth- a bet on the lord? with a whisper they pronounce a death sentence upon their prey Damned to hell would be they, if they said it face to face They are betting on the lord that they will never die But death is an appointment they cannot escape and to an empty cause will they cry "Oh hell."