eyes with spots
ears yet dull in hearing
sullen asps with dull emotions
viscous long hanging fangs that bite
dripping blood off side
eyes with tombstones in their head

say whatever they feel
pay no attention to what others may think
they are the first to judge
yet for themselves they are perfect
they feel they do nothing wrong
they worship sin, self & Satan

they have hardened their hearts as to see the truth
instead the live in a world based on self
shadows block them only for a season
As a leopard doesn't change their spots so they stay
lost all known sensitivity of what true love is
instead they embark on the hate from within
no one wins in their glamour life of sin

blackened death filled with evil stench in their extremities
dull eyes that close tight at the sound of love's expression
they abort their child in the womb & think nothing of it
trapped in their own tomb of heartless fantasy
they lie, cheat & steal
think nothing of it like its no big deal
when will this madness stop doesn't anyone care ?