If you could peel them and expose their fears
you will know why they fanatically hide
and point their fingers to besmirch others
as they quake inwardly to cover their shame

We know empty vessels make the most noise
the higher mind seeks to shed light on truths
germinate fresh ideas and seek worthy knowledge
whilst the dense and dark mind deals in chicaneries

Nothing we do makes us real. That which is real makes us do
It is by their words and deeds that they reveal your darkness
Haunted by truth and realness the fakers quake and hide in sin
dying each day and every minute, the walking carcasses of Hades

Watch them point and smear innocents and the Light they fear
their cursed fates, sorrows and miseries churning in boiled souls
Mired in denials  projecting onto others, miseries seeking company
prisoners of their secrets and fears, knowing reckoning will come