#hypocrites
Where people are treated accordingly,
to the weight of their Wealth.
Where the presence of a person is
only cherished after their Death.
How can you expect me to be social,
If society is not good for my health?
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC
I believe in grace
just if deserved
just if earned.
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I believe in mercy
just to perfection
just to a specific impossible exception.
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I believe I was forgiven
but I wasn’t that bad
but I’m not like that.
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I believe I am loved
but I was predestined
I guess that makes me the best then?
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Hate the sin and love the sinner
except if their fall brings my rise
except if others agree they should die.
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Love The Lord with all your heart,
he doesn’t need you to love others
he didn’t mean bad neighbors, just brothers.
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I don’t hate, I love justice
imprisoning those who I hate
celebrating death and destruction
pouring hours into self justification
worshiping men with idolatrous consumption.
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Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
Nobody likes a winer,
But they all like wine.
Unfortunately every sip,
Brings out one more complaint,
Till I'm sitting with a bunch of hypocrites.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
Kissed Faith good-bye,
Stepped into the night,
Met a man on his way
To the Forest.
Faith behind him,
Uncertainty before,
Wavering on his way,
Brown faltered on.
Such a cloud of witnesses
As to keep him from this path!
But then they met him,
One by one,
Catechist and Minister,
Deacon and Elder,
Murmuring and gibbering;
Wise fools wending their way
To meet him
In a clearing, deep.
Pink ribbons falling,
Snake-head pointing
Feet now stumbling,
Then running before
In a wind of curses.
Firelight red,
Congregants cowled, silent,
Save the voice of Faith,
The near-initiate.
"Faith, Faith!
Look to Heaven!"
Resist the wicked one."
Woods silent;
Devil, fiends, fire ... gone.
Only Goodman Brown
To stagger home.
Ironic morning sight:
Smiling faces of Salem town,
'Gainst downward gazing
Goodman Brown.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
As they exploit the mentally ill
No remorse in their intent
All the fear they try to instill
Catastrophes to invent
( chorus )
How dare you!
Heard it before
How dare you!
Still a bore
No remorse in their intent
Motives seem unknown
Catastrophes to invent
Rarely is their evil shown
( chorus )
How dare you!
Heard it before
How dare you!
Still a bore
Motives seem unknown
All the fear they try to instill
Rarely is their evil shown
As they exploit the mentally ill
( chorus )
How dare you!
Heard it before
How dare you!
Still a bore
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
when your dreams
fall
from the sky and die
don’t blame yourself
when your hopes
bleed
out on the floor in front of you
don’t cry
when the lightbulb
fuses
and everything goes dark
it’s not your fault
It’s theirs.
They are the ones that
tug at your laces
claiming to tie them
when they really are
pulling them out
and pulling you down.
They are the ones that
appear like guardian angels
too good to be true
truly too good
then the shaft of their spear
is already through your heart.
They are the ones that
welcome themselves into
your home
and crush the lights with
their words.
They are the ones that
enter your mirrors
and claim to be you.
Although if you see yourself
then please
switch the lights back on.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC
You knock on the door, you cry and you fight,
You take a sip form a cup of somebody’s lies
You rage like a kid, you laugh and abuse,
Try to make all those fools see the stupidity of their own rules
Others don’t get, they don’t hear nor dream
To find deeper meaning in things that they see
To explore this life on their own cul ***
Feel the pain, agony, thirst and again be refueled
With pleasure – drop of rain, winds’ kiss on your cheek,
Rivers’ flow, roses’ smell, suns’ bright shine on your skin
Describe the emotion, state of mind, things with words
No, old language won’t fit here… must invent new, my own
With more of a meaning, and passion in it
More precise, more refined, and no “censorshit”
God I shall doubt, folk I’ll despise,
Contemporaries shall call me “spoilt little child!”
I won’t pay attention to those hypocrites,
My work now is done, pay attention to the…
My gift to this greedy, rotten, sickening world,
It’s this book of poetry, which shall speak in my stead when I’m gone
For I talk through the ages, through decades of time,
Now genius I am, and this is a testament of mine
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
To be saved for you
Is to be passive,
Your goal to end our complaints,
To put us on a diet, starving on faux saints.
"Be peaceful, don't disrupt our war (and whorin')
Or we'll war against your peace."
So holy, so blameless,
All you want is for such joy
To be endless.
That's why you take from us our feeling,
Our thoughts,
And our choices,
Leaving us in chains,
Funneling us by limits
Created by YOUR taints
Into soul-destroying foyers,
Where time and life may waste.
You think that because you can't control you
That those who can should pay.
Selfish, solipsistic, your so-called love is locks,
Constraints on us to keep us quiet,
Your loving face a feint.
Blank stares you give us when we smile
Without the approval of your code,
All a maze to hide your lying, stealing, using ugly soul.
Shut up! Nothing is ugly! I'm perfect as I am!
Using killing thieving stealing!
Creating pain for generations to come.
All is well and all is equal, evil's well as good!
No consequences to my actions, grin and bear it like you should!
My glimmer proves I'm God's own child,
I use his name in vain, I AM! (be ******
My smile's worth the price you pay,
So we pretend that we are clean!
Why wash when we can remain the same,
This Perfect Princely Palace
Of Peace and Love and Joy so long,
Clearly nothing here is wrong!
We have the Way, enjoy the fruits! Ignore the offal all around you, I promise you we're true! (and beauty too)
Rhyme and reason, faith and charity, motions you go through,
But nought ever improves.
So what is love if you don't care
Because you're bent on filling pews?
All men are hypocrites, all women liars,
Picking pieces that fill them up with ways to fuel their fire, to fool their eyes and ears and hearts
So they can doll up dogs and parade around desires
Claiming they're Divine.
None are good, all are false,
And every prophet suffers while the rich who seek toward heaven tell them quit your want for something better,
Settle for this trash, it's all we've got. (drink wine)
That's not a cherub's way, He's passion,
Not an old castrated goat
Who ***** the hooves of Shaitan,
Below the vaulted sky
To mewl for his grubby food.
What decency have men left,
What dignity, what shame.
Your lack of caring for those angels you make suffer before your faulty throne
Proves you're the one alone, unworthy of His name.
Next time you critique the critic
Perhaps you should hear him first,
Rather than making every verse you ****** a *****
To excuse your cowardice toward the Word, ye murderers of faith and love and truth.
Remember youth.
Your best be uncouth 'n' open,
Not hiding from the light.
They fight and claw toward heaven's voice,
Not run away in fright
From God's rumbling,
Whining about rough words,
So those selfish faux good demons can send more off a cliff of empty bliss without question,
While they get off on it in vile hubris, a craven's lust for power and control over other souls.
(Learn the Lesson)
So take your hats off,
Show your skin,
Be more honest,
And Let Me In.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
The time to wail has always been here
Every day we suffer the consequences owned by the heirs
Not for once have they worn our shoes
They have refused to please our clues
Yet they devise new means of sitting on the throne
Without giving in to our daily moan.
Hypocrites
Meetings upon meetings
Agbada upon dansiki
Designer upon latest trends
Convoy upon macho guards
Yet they proclaim it’s all vanity.
Hypocrites!
In the end of the fashion rally at the house,
Worthless Nothing of importance is established
But the cake is diminished
And then they blame it on poor rats. Hypocrites!
Blame them and no one else!
Because it’s their selfish interest they fight for and not us.
From the doom by boko haram
To the slaughter by herdsmen.
Hypocrites!
Don’t we see it!
The people get to die
But they live to see their greatest grandchildren
While their billion dollar ready made coffins rot in the backyard.
Hypocrites!
God is the ultimate judge
Only God can make the evil one right in his sight.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Obey the nations call
How do we serve our leaders right
When They stand for the worst
Then we say
“If I be in power I will work but I’ll steal a little”
Shame shame shame
How do we Help our youth the truth to know
When our friends are on their laptops defrauding
Shame shame shame
In love and honesty to grow
When only killings and kidnapping we sow
Shame shame shame
How do we live in just and truth
When We fight for equality
But the spirit of rivalry
Has overshadowed the objective
Great lofty height attain
But Religion is like scales in our eyes
“It is well. it is well”
Faith without work is dead
Double standards is the life we live
Shame shame Shame
Hopefully peace and justice shall reign.
Awake O hypocrites
With fluctuating morals
Shaky beliefs
Awake O hypocrites
And fight for the Noble cause
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
she was at a society full of hypocrites
yet, in this dark room she was at peace.
her presence is much more valuable.
rather than in this world, unpredictable.
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she is vulnerable.
her emotions are fragile,
wants to be like a willow.
but she is soft as the pillow.
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she wants to have a freedom.
anxiety attacks,which makes her doom.
and as they talk to her, it was too late.
her soul was not there anymore.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
Many of the rumors about me are true
My insecurities reflect the past
Cards that I discarded weren't all that bad
Metaphorically folded too fast
You can assume whatever you want
Could imagine a million possibilities
In a lot of them you are probably right
I just feel I am viewed as a person diseased
It's only natural to judge in haste
I try to change their impression
I struggle with tired stereotypes
Hope those I love can see my intentions
My eyes betray sad stories
Vaguely told in shades of brown
And all throughout mistakes are woven
Punctuated by tears leaking down
I was a loser for awhile
A burden who offered less than nothing
Let my issues get the best of me
Friends have tried to give guidance
Wasn't ready to accept advice, kept ducking
Immature approach to solving problems
***** a wall to guard my heart
Let my issues get the best of
Embrace sin when life falls apart
Find it amusing when hypocrites whisper
With each passing day grow stronger
It was difficult at recovery's start
To be judged a person I wasn't any longer
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
We wanted to be bulletproof
MC's with M-16's and enough money to buy our freedom from the very same blocks we bragged about in our verses
We weren't hypocrites, we were just literate in the language of loss
We weren't rich, but we knew some people were and that they seemed to laugh a lot more often.
I don't laugh all that often anymore..
I'm not sure when we forgot that we were giants
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
It's not me who said we weren't in love, it was you.
It's not me who said we won't make a good connection, It was you.
It's not me who said we are frenemies, It was you.
It's not me who said we couldn't go out. It was you.
It's not me who said you were ugly, it was you.
It's not me who said you were useless, It was you.
It's not me who said she loves you more than anyone could, it was you.
it was not me that called me thick, It was you.
It wasn't me that acted like we shouldn't be seen together, it was you.
It's not me who switched up and acted different when she came around, It was you.
it's not me who said I didn't love you.... my love, it was them... and you
it's not me that said we should not hug, it was you
It's not me who decided to touch your hair, it was you who asked me to do so.
its not me who kept holding my waist with a firm grip after I hugged you, it was you.
It's not me who decided that you should run your hands through my face so tenderly leaving me startled because of your alleviated touch.... it was you.
it's not me who made a decision that hurt me... its you.
It's not me that came to a conclusion to make myself cry at night, it's you.
My love.... why go against your word just to make me feel hurt
then later, you blame me because you feel mortified and in pain.
I didn't leave you in total tranquility with misery and agony.....
My heart and love.... it is not me.... it"s you
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
I see the bandwagon trail,
ablaze once again,
Head hunters patrolling,
for blood stained skin,
Weapons in hand,
torches lit with flames of fury,
As they gather the masses,
to portray, judge and jury,
A Public execution is on display in the courtyard,
Sinners suspended from the hanging tree,
Barking freshly marred retribution,
Sought by bound shackles and wrists,
To appease the famished ego's,
of raging hypocrites !
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
My religion teacher doesn't care about the arts.
But what if I don't care about religion?
My parents forced me to go to a catholic school. But I am going to study arts in college. Why can't you accept that the arts is some peoples vocation in life. You explain in class how things we're good at or find an attracting too at a young age is our vocation. I fell in love with the arts at a young age.
Stop being a hypocrite Mr.Majewski and respect the arts.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC