We all have skeletons in our closet.
But his is a grave yard
He is an artful dodger
An awful pretender
A codependent person
Who claims to be a hopeless romantic
Proffesional heartbreaker
A sooth Sayer,
With ambiguous prophecies
He is a vulture in a doves clothing
A wolf in a sheep's clothing
You dare not go close to him
He is violent but he preaches peace
There is nothing you do that pleases him
He is a religious hypocrite
A greedy person that preaches giving
He even steals on Thanksgiving.
He is a beast in an angels garment
He could promise the whole world
And the whole firmament
His words are sweet
His promises are fake
If you listen to him
Your life might quake
Like you lived in a plague
he calls himself a man of God
he even teaches the word
but he never abide by anything he teaches
or should I call him a false preacher ?
he is a green snake in the green grass
there is nothing he gives that ever last
he gives you something
then he is after your life
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