A Willful Mischief-Maker
A worthless person filled with pride,
Nothing but a scoundrel inside;
With having a dishonest tongue,
From where his deception is flung.
He winks his eye wiggles an ear,
Spreading to your heart so much fear;
As he points fingers pounds his foot,
While giving all his input.
No matter what you have been told,
His pride will make him sound so bold;
While he conjures up a crime,
Devising evil all the time.
He is far from being so kind,
Because he has a twisted mind;
But tries getting you to believe,
As he is attempts to deceive.
No matter what it is about,
He is spreading conflict and doubt;
As disaster comes suddenly,
To crush beyond recovery.
But our Lord is very wise,
And is seeing through his disguise;
For hands that shed innocent blood,
Will drown in the fiery flood.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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