Father...
The spreading of false sincerities,
Have many slipping faced down in BS!
Of course we are in the midst,
Of this 'blissful' season.
Some folks are overdosed,
With more BS than the rest.
Displaying silkened tongues...
That before lashed out venom.
They make attempts to disguise,
The evil within them.
And Father...
I thank You!
For helping me see through,
Their wicked deeds they 'still' pursue!
And after the new year is over and done...
These same folks will begin to display,
Their fangs...
To everyone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the wisdom of... insincerity can be a toothache, just like a lie. they must be pulled out. take care.