You stand there on the pulpit,
in the name of holiness
to fill my guts with the word,
and tell me to practice almsgiving.
You stand on the platform,
in the name of leadership
to fill my heart with promises,
and tell me to put my trust in you.
During the day,
you are a humble pie.
At night,
you come to me like a
ravenous wolf.
Yet you wonder why
I don't join you in your
clandestine meetings.
Well,
I do not dine with vipers!
If you are not the father of
hypocrisy,
Who are you?
©awanjo
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