Under the façade of Benevolence

Lay a murderous spirit

A motive to devour, to kill

With the same tongue, He praises God

Condemnation is his speech

Pride his robes

Sin is his morals

His long graceful fingers caresses another’s head

A while later that hypocrite slits his throat

His soothing words are nothing but lies

Cursed is that man, for his ways are like him

The one in the bottomless pit