Fear and the Devil's Hand

Rolling in like a stranger on a midnight road.

Carrying knowledge they ain't ever known. I talk of sickness, hiding deep in

the blood. But they see shadows crawling up from the mud. Their world's a

tight fence built of scripture and fear. Where every cough is a demon

drawing near. My tools shine silver in the lantern glow.

To me they heal, to them they prove what I know.

Invisible truths don't stand a chance against a faith that doesn't let questions pass.

My calm explanations measured and clear twist into curses when filtered through fear.