Hypocrite
You claim to press your lips to the path
But you can't live in words and beauty alone
You're nothing but a ruse in a rose garden
Shame set in a gray-blue iris, I see your truth
Living out of context of what you believe
In judging us all, for your eyes can not see
A shadow in the sun set, swearing to the sky
Doesn't mean anything when you're steeped in charade
Trials and tribulations colored blood and deception
You'll pray again, forgiven again, forgotten again
And burn the world to Hell, until your hands fold again
J Douglas Stephenson
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Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of J. Douglas Stephenson.