Hypocrites Poem

There comes a time
in every man's life
he must stand strong
or cave in to strife......
He must follow
what he knows to be
right, or, lie to himself
day and night...

Fear is the tool
of demons
love is the weapon
of saints.....

There will come
a time for every man
to choose the tools
of his trade.

For many
a lover has been slay
by misery, where
once their love lay.

There will come
a time when man's
heart is devoured by
those who feed on
innocence and stand
liars in the streets....

And the hypocrite
will claim that he
is a saint, and the
honest man is his foe.

Beware, you hypocrite,
for truth is an ugly blade,
when it strikes at the
heart of those who
feed on another's
innocence
unashamed.

Fear is the tool
of demons
love is the weapon
of saints.....

There will come
a time for every man
to choose the tools
of his trade.

Let the hypocrite
feel truth's blade
And taste the bitterness
from the tools of his
own trade.

For even the devil
once wore wings.