False People
To the devil they bow, soul they defile
In a battle chosen come to defend
An evil incarnate, a pedophile
For this old demon, weakened knees will bend
They pray to their God before sleep each night
Defend an unrighteous man when they rise
Turn away from teachings known to be right
Bow to an idol their votes will comprise
With biblical words, they read from a book
To try and hide unreasonable fault
To serve their new masters which they mistook
Sacred vows to their soul they now insult
To sell your soul for an idol of gold
An old and ancient betrayal foretold
12/7/17 contest People
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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