Riding Hard On Their Backs
Charading people under steeples,
On their knees praying to keep...
Things!
And their bling.
Don't know that they have reaped,
Deep ditches to reach out...
To be forgiven for their hypocrisies.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
Although those demons seen are riding hard on their backs.
Charading people under steeples,
On their knees praying to keep...
Things!
And their bling.
Don't know that they have reaped,
Deep ditches to reach out...
To be forgiven for their hypocrisies.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
Although those demons seen are riding hard on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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