In twisted
tongues, they speak of divine will,
Their words
a web of deceit, a wily still.
With
scripture as a shield, they justify their crimes,
Their
selfish desires, clothed in righteous cloth, a shroud of lies.
Their hearts
are black, their minds a twisted maze,
Their
actions born of greed, their words a crafty haze.
They prey on
the weak, with false promises to entice,
Their true
intentions, hidden behind a veil of nice.
But beware,
my friend, of those who claim to know,
The will of
God, as if they held the key to show.
For in their
hearts, they serve but one desire,
Their own
self-interest, a burning, consuming fire.
Their words
are hollow, their actions false and cold,
Their
devotion to God, a mere pretense, a story to be told.
So beware,
my friend, of those who claim to know,
The will of
God, for they are but wolves in sheep's clothing, I foretell.
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