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