Hypocrisy
The sanctimonious tabernacle; where the desolated tongues confess.
The covetous, unwed beds are hungry, exuberant anatomies get undressed.
The biased courthouse; where many admissible lies rattle but hardly unfold.
The lewd jail cells are full, innocent bodies, minds, and souls loathly probed.
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