You talk of God,
While you cloak your sins,
Passing judgement,
With lies that you spin.
You wear your mask,
Which covers the hate,
That you camouflage,
As long as it's straight.
But sometimes it slips,
And the real you is seen,
The hate, the violence,
And the things in between.
You don't fool all,
Because some of us know,
You talk of God,
But it's all just for show.
Someday you'll fall,
And all will be plain,
The monster within,
Is what will remain.
TLA 2/24/15-10/25/15