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There are many believers,
And especially converts;
Speaking as deceivers,
Thinking as being experts.
Their loose lips have to be sealed,
From teaching what they have taught;
The truth exposed and revealed,
At what they truly have sought.
For it is a shameful way,
As to be flowing in cash;
Followers are led astray,
By a con man talking trash.
Con men are always liars,
Evil and lazy gluttons;
Trying to light the wrong fires,
A shirt with depraved buttons.
Sharply correct believers,
To continue their faith and hope;
Living well as receivers,
Able to go on and cope.
Disregard those myths and tales,
Of those who reject the truth;
They belong within the jails,
That the men are uncouth.
Things are clean if you are clean,
But mere dirt to the corrupt;
What distorted eyes have seen,
A foul tongue may interrupt.
They profess that they know God,
But deny Him what they do;
Disobedient and fraud,
Unfit to know what is true.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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