A lie in church
They're hiding something considered as a sin,
It isn't an ordinary fact that can be found in a magazine,
They entered his house, on bended knees,
Praising and smiling to every priests.
They're acting good to their church mates,
Looking perfect like a well done polish plates,
Money is abundant, but—
their faith is stagnant.
They went out with bloody hands washed, after an hour,
Convincing themselves that maybe, prayer can make them as white as a flour,
When they reached their homes, they started their hobby,
It's to talk about someone's life, like it's good nor funny.
It's the lie in church I'm talking about,
They speak a lot of lies using their flowery mouth,
Constantly attending church activities,
But, when they're out, they keep on spreading negativities.
