I saw a man who calls himself a man of God

He stand on towers and preaches to hundreds

Forever in his coat pocket is a Bible tucked in good

Staunch man of the community with no bare threads

But he couldn't look me in the eye even if he easily could

For he knows that I know he now carries a burdensome dread

Conscienceless and remorselessly he sold his soul to Satan's hood

Yet to be a sham and testify before Yahweh whose true blood bled


This man of 'God' came like others to cast a stone

Robed as scribes he pontificated in Temples scolding sinners

Grace himself as Righteous and spoke in revered gentle tones

In secret he was Iscariots aided by his Eve to dine with evil planners

Callously he sat in judgement deceiving truth and vilifying thrones

Whence he could in pious wisdom as Pilate dissent in fitting
manners

What man of God delights with ravenous hordes to devour bare
bones

My God preaches loving your neighbours not becoming Hate
fanners

I saw a man of God today but he couldn't look me in the eyes