The talk dark devil is at it again
Throwing himself about pious.
Touting his god
Who lives in the skies
Watching over him and his conceited kith.
His god blesses him
Forgives his manners
And greases his slothful hands
His god emboldens him to speak without fear
To pick specks in others’ eyes
Whiles nursing the log in his’
But his god doesn’t make him wise
That’s his undoing
Preaching his perverted logic is his Achilles heel
[November 2016]
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PS: WIP