HY·POC·RI·SY
Liar, liar, pants on fire, if so, you’re going to hell,
Telling lies for a desire, do you know how I can tell?
See you’ve been here before, an obvious clue,
Plus the fact that your damn foot fits the shoe.
Saying out of your mouth what’s not in your heart,
Eating too much, stomachs full, the shit has to fart?
Justice, Just-us, Just-you, him, her or only just-me,
Jannatul Firdaus or Jahannam, Believer or hypocrisy?
See The Qur’an is clear and Sunnah is Hadiths chart.
Changing it with my hands and my mouth is just a start,
Others see it, witness it, still their existence is a waist,
I’m not a mad-man, insha-Allah, by my Lord’s Grace,
For the sake of The One who Created me I’m inspired,
More Man than the next, who him? he’s just a liar.
Them, they sit at home, there’s no harm, no foul,
…Those believers who stay at home… it’s too late now.
Leaders embracing enemies, no Qur’an or each another?
What happened to wanting the same for your Brother?
Getting away from marriage, same sex, or just a lover?
Then your Islam becomes all new, wrapped up in culture.
Liar, liar, pants on fire, if so, you’re going to hell,
Telling lies for a desire, do you know how I can tell?
See you’ve been here before, an obvious clue,
Plus the fact that your damn foot fits the shoe.
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Liar, liar, pants on fire, if so, you’re going to hell, Telling lies for a desire, do you know how I can tell?
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Submitted by TheArkProject on July 02, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,300 |
Words | 261 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 24 |
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