Hypocracy....

Jealousy, envy, strife, lies, and, fire..... What bitter and poisoned fountains, these surely are Spewing forth both fresh and salt waters, at the very same time These houses built upon the shifting sands Tilting towards their inevitable crumblings.... Always learning but never growing, these petals of strident deceits Fragrant and putrid, mingled scents of their truth! Revealing themselves always, to the eyes which matter the most Eyes that within their blindness, they can never see? Walking along the shoreline, of tempered sight, these tempest Unaware of the approaching waves, poised, to carry them away, forever.... Such are the fruits of their instantiate labors The reaping, of this their soil blackened harvest! For a tree does not bare, olive branches with figs And hypocracy within Heavens sight, has a dire price For to be hot or cold, is one thing altogether But to be mired within the middle of a puddle of mud Is a petal of a different color, of darkened hues Razor sharp stems, spewing forth their venin As they spin within the wind.... An image of many faces, these chameleons, of disorders discerned Straw built houses, sitting upon the fault lines of eternity Biding their time, while unaware, of the storm of the centuries soon to arrive Like ivory and ebony, this twisted marble, of its own perverse Waters, pouring from its fountain, flowing in reverse.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {Hypocracy!}