Hypocrite O Hypocrite
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
with your political lapel.
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
with your selfish ideal.
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
who claims to have a faith.
Your righteousness,
your flaw,
your every word,
faux pas -
You will never fly with angels!
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
with no respect for life.
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
who steals and acts polite.
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
who claims to talk to god.
Your righteousness,
your flaw,
your every word,
faux pas -
You will never fly with angels!
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
whose hands are stained with blood.
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
with no remorse or heart.
Hypocrite,
O hypocrite
your every word means death.
You claim to speak for people,
yet all you do is lie,
you count your bloody fortune,
while those around you die,
you try to save your own butt,
forsaking all the rest.
You will not!
You will not!
You will not!
Ever fly with angels!
You'll go to hell!
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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