Judas Sop
Look at those leper thieves in the temple,
crooked preachers taking their crouching cut
Spotted souls standing at the pulpit,
spewing false doctrines of idol prosperity
Blind guides for the carnal-minded simple,
scaly bellies full of paper worms from the flesh glut
Iscariot eyes ... silver coins culprits
Clouds without water, empty wells of charity
Partakers of the beheading and crucifixion,
trading places with a devilish grin
Sons of Herod and Pilate
wearing ceremonial cloaks of iniquity
Leopard paw jaws speaking carcass perdition,
shedding innocent blood is a kill sin
Holy laws they love to violate,
lusting to rule with wanton authority
Smell the greedy dogs who can’t get enough,
wicked moneychangers vomiting on the feast table
Balaam eyes receiving their Judas sop,
carry that holey money bag bound tight to their hip
Robed impostors living on an identity bluff,
telemarketing bazaar salvation purchased on cable
Selling good luck incense 6 dollars a pop,
as their alm lips got a closed grip on the money clip
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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