A Face Of Hypocrisy

Clepe me pharisaic was nothing
Nay, hypocrite was I
Clepe me sadducee was nothing
Nay, hypocrite was I

Smiled when upset I
Frowned when happy I
Hate I with affection
Love I with hatred

Yet different art thou
Go to, go to
For me 'tis
Emptiness hath still in my soul

by Cynthia Pardede

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