By JH Sayyar
Beneath the mask of virtue smiles a lie,
A tongue speaks of peace with poison tipped;
With holy robe and sanctimonious eye,
The serpent walks where truth is stripped.
They preach of light cast the darkest shade,
Condemn the sin, drink the same sweet wine;
Their morals, bought and bartered, swift to fade,
While cloaked in creeds they deem as pure, divine.
O wretched veil! Thou art a cunning thief,
Who steals the soul and leaves a hollow frame;
Behind thy words lies sorrow, not belief,
A temple built on ash and crowned in shame.
Yet time shall burn thy gilded veil away—
And bare thy deeds to Judgment’s day.
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