The horse that you ride is called lie
Galloping from lie to lie
Trampling the tenets of trust
And, over time, you appear
Same as the aesthetic appeal of rust
lie to lie your mouth spews
even the sacred vows would be a lie
only backed by the congregation
who think nothing more than the food
they are going to eat or just ate
and the man of god is up to no good.
What remains of you is a skeleton
No one can put life into you
Because all you do is lie
Your all life is a valley of dry bones
Prophet Ezekiel cannot speak life to it
God won’t even speak redemption on you
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