Your Pious Priest

Don’t say you

love everyone.

Such poison on

your sly tounge.

What do think

of me I see you

the type person

inside not truth.

You came to me

in a depression.

A pious priest for

your confession.

You can’t hide it,

for I’ve seen hell.

Parlayed devils;

I inside sin dwell.

Be imperfect it

is human to be;

your facade it

release, be free.

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