The Hypocrite
Uniformly swings
the hypocrite
as though on a pendulum,
to and fro,
the string of foul aim
transporting him.
With every swing
ever so timely,
a breadth of chaos unleashed.
The intent periodically he seeks -
the equilibrium unachieved.
For experiments his fate,
as body and heart wholly
of stone go
to and fro,
to and fro,
casting a million hates.
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