He, kinder than Angels,

approaches with smile, driving a spike into your ear.

You scream in agony, stabbing everyone you grasp.

Like the people of old, living their daily lives,

Deceived by the notion of founding a great nation,

Turning into a cloud of darkness,

Summoning hell onto this land.

His methods may have changed in form,

But their essence remains the same.

He whispers into your ear,

Promising perfect happiness without misfortune or disaster,

Saying that all you need is to cling to this single truth, and,

To consider anything that hinders you as evil.

If his deceit once scorched continents with flames,

Now, he builds a narrow, suffocating hell inside your heart.

He tells you,

To hold yourself as the most precious in the world.