Why do you hate her so much?
Why must sin now be your crutch?
Why do you go on from day after day
Lying and cheating and floundering away?
Why must you lie through your teeth?
Why must you live low, beneath?
Why do you keep on in your masquerades?
Why must you live as though life is charades?
You know the truth, don’t you now?
Still it’s to idols you bow.
And now you go on, performing a show
As though God doesn’t see, he doesn’t know.
Who do you think that you fool?
By Satan you’re used as a tool
To do all his bidding, your life to him giving,
While you’re persecuting his bride.
An Original Work / November 20, 2023
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