Retreat, Defeat, Dead Meat

A whisper from ole Satan,
He spoke to your very soul,
The lies he was brewing there,
Were raging out of control.

You talked with him on liberal terms,
Needing to clear your doubting heart,
He sucked you in with his lies and crap,
As he tore your world apart.

I couldn't believe that you fell for it,
The whole thing cannot last,
As I thought about our common values,
And how you dropped them really fast.

I was shocked you bought his stupid plan,
To force our own defeat,
You must have been on something strong
To have let your Christianity retreat.

I remember thinking how,
This whole thing’s really mad?
You really are an idiot,
‘Cause all of you’ve been had.