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House Of Deceits (Poem) Written by Orjiekwe Onyedikachi- wisemails@yahoo.com There lies the missing mark No one is inexcusable No one is exempted Holy pretenders are we all In place of worship seated, wearing false smiles Different looks they wear As their feet kiss the place of worship Holy walk, holy pleasantries Warm smiles, there come the wolves in sheep clothing Hearts of deceits, thoughts of men In depth of thoughts seated in holy smiles Murders plan the more Embezzlers strategize to siphon the more Evil thoughts rule their hearts Hearts full of deceits, mislead with false smiles Some assumed demi gods Some politic to shatter Some murder with words Tribes their usual songs to sing House of deceits, there lies the missing mark The ancient marks are erased Places of worship turn social clubs Morales, ethics murdered in cold blood The pulpits preach to sweet The pews yell in accord If the films of our hearts to play Stampede awaits the crowd to flee Surprises our guest to come Holy pretenders, house of deceits Hearts of men, thoughts of evils |
House Of Deceits (Poem) Written by Orjiekwe Onyedikachi- wisemails@yahoo.com There lies the missing mark No one is inexcusable No one is exempted Holy pretenders are we all In place of worship seated, wearing false smiles Different looks they wear As their feet kiss the place of worship Holy walk, holy pleasantries Warm smiles, there come the wolves in sheep clothing Hearts of deceits, thoughts of men In depth of thoughts seated in holy smiles Murders plan the more Embezzlers strategize to siphon the more Evil thoughts rule their hearts Hearts full of deceits, mislead with false smiles Some assumed demi gods Some politic to shatter Some murder with words Tribes their usual songs to sing House of deceits, there lies the missing mark The ancient marks are erased Places of worship turn social clubs Morales, ethics murdered in cold blood The pulpits preach to sweet The pews yell in accord If the films of our hearts to play Stampede awaits the crowd to flee Surprises our guest to come Holy pretenders, house of deceits Hearts of men, thoughts of evils |
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