That have brought them to their knees.
And at the threshold of devastation.
However…
They want one man,
To denounce another who spoke truth
From a sacred place,
Their self righteous ways continue to taint!
With hyprocrisies.
They have proven themselves not to be saints.
Although the one who follows his heart with honesty…
Is the one their demons chase!
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