~Hypocrite~

Your words are meaningless.
You look for a fight.
It's so very useless,
When you try to make yourself right.

If I misquoted the whole Bible from the top of my head,
Would you make me your king, and heed every word I said?

And I can see through you.
In all your glorified transparent hue.
You anger me.
You anger me.

You can never contain inside what was said.
You're kept awake at night,
Trying to find sleep in your bed.

From nightmares, or thinking, or people.
I don't know.
But from what I can see.
All those hours are useless...
With nothing to show.

So ignore me, and hate me.

Forget your past.

Plan what's next.
And hide behind your community,
Of an ignorant sect.

But don't forget to boast...
While you try to figure out,
Who God forgave the most.