Dear Inquisitive Reader what follows may be uncomfortable…however this is necessary.
Look! Here they come, the world-contemptuous,
Armed with their judgments, their theatre of pretense;
Their teachings, veiled in so-called love and salvation,
These however reek of self and world rejection, all these they consider virtues but can only be a wonky and weak philosophy that enables their contempt and ego stroking to be something of value.
A polite worldview gift-wrapped in empty understanding and
Their long, dull drone exhausting the listener.
But look, their trick is revealed—
(For sooner or later, all agendas surface)—
Revealed, left wanton, and open to question.
They come in all colors of the rainbow,
Diverse yet wearing the same worn-out creed,
Preaching from a tired old book
That clings desperately to a forgotten time…