Hypocrites
Hypocrites
You talk about the selfish the blind and the weak,
However never do you turn your cheek,
What do you seek?
Never meek.
Within a life,
Within a time,
You say things you do not mean,
The information will you ever glean,
In your heart a tongue so sharp,
Poison like a deadly dart,
Correct others do you always tell,
The same thing,
For crimes burn in hell,
A soul to sell,
Look at yourself before the world,
Old and wrinkled,
Deaths scroll unfurled,
The very sin you commit yourself,
Frozen behind on a forgotten shelf,
You blasphemous fool,
Using others like a tool,
Hatred when it boils down,
Hypocrites,
In their word forever drown.
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