Pharisees

You kiss his face to give the sign, not knowing he's aware
But your heart can't hide, the truth that lies, within your soulless stare

So bow your head and pay your dues, try to buy yourself some time
"Ye HYPOCRITES" in fancy clothes and the "spotless" cars you drive

No room for dirt, no room for dark, as ego takes the lead
We thank you for your words, we thank you for your shine...now move over so we can see

For the Son of God is coming back, with a shout he'll recompense
To the "Sons of Perdition" who took it all, and forgot to pay their rent.

December 2018
H.G