This comes from the soul.
A light is lit.
Thieves steal a cross.
They’re planning to march.
Claiming their boss.
The aim to strike fear in hearts.
That was their M.O. in the past.
Now they work in covert.
As your supervisors at work.
It is not so simple to identify.
Agents are drafted from your side.
You know that ain’t nothing funny.
The dilemma is lack of money.
It seems the most righteous sell their soul.