Perhaps.

This time will fade.
Perhaps these answers will be swade
by the minutes that life convey.
Perhaps under these decisions made,
that come to abrasively invade.
The knight comes with his blade,
while holding a grenade.
The world begins to suffocate
of all the lies that's come its way.
No longer can they pray,
no longer can they say,
perhaps the evil has come to conquerour parade.
Perhaps it's all a masquerade,
the smoke unwillingly to dissipate,
as he comes down to serenate,
with sweet kisses now hiding in the shade.
Now creating a rivaling crusade,
perhaps it will be delayed.
Perhaps a blockade.
Perhaps i'm the only one afraid
of what this country has paid
we walk in dismay.
as the knight's armor turns gray.
only the truth will shine if we give way...
Perhaps...it will be today.