When ugly hypocrites join hands
Innocent people lose their hope
They are menaced by the bands
They seek divine help to cope
But divine help is not that easy
People suffer from fear and stress
Hypocrites howl to keep them busy
Their normal lives change to mess
The brave hearts that can endure
The nasty tricks of horrid devils
Win at last and become secure
From the lethal offense of evils
We need courage to fight the hypocrites
Patience is extra power for their treats
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