He Wasn't Real
Many honored his words
Many cheered his deeds
And many thought him perfect
But no! he wasn't a real saint.
Instead he wore the robs of love
And scented every word of his lips
Yet his whole inside was pure malice
Hatred occupied the corners of his heart.
And revenge was his only...
Many cheered his deeds
And many thought him perfect
But no! he wasn't a real saint.
Instead he wore the robs of love
And scented every word of his lips
Yet his whole inside was pure malice
Hatred occupied the corners of his heart.
And revenge was his only...