the mask of self-righteousness

he gives his regards to the preacher,
God-Blesses a few,
and exits the churchyard.
as he does so,
he removes a mask,
a mask that is uncomfortable
to wear for it does not
fit his face.
once that sparkling shroud
is unseated,
his ghastly countenance is revealed;
a vile,
loathesome, maggot-ridden visage,
belonging only to a being
of such arrant depravity--
the nefarious king of corruption.

throughout the week,
he communes with the
angels of darkness,
reveling,
inebriated by the drink of lust.
on sunday, he communes with the
angels of hypocrisy,
reveling,
inebriated by the drink of pretense.
he gives his regards to the preacher,
God-Blesses a few,
and exits the churchyard.
he then begins to live a lie;
his name is you and i.

jamin gray

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