Lies and deceit

Lies and deceit roll from the teeth of the Wicked trying to be discreet. Both feet on the ground but lost they're Crown; knowns how to get down, Brown skin pretends to be righteous Pretends to be pious, they are lifeless Walking in the pits of hell, and the smells Like hot sulfur burning slower looking up to the beholder, from him we were sculptured. In the truth, roots run deep as the Pacific. Terrific; to the mystic smoke we must submit. The pen I grip and leave traces and stains Leaving me in perfect Zen. When does wickedness stop and righteousness begin. Counter action, is last when creation begins to spin On another cycle, keep my hand on the rifle And the bible. Looking for the hypocrites and the needle splits The skin, loss of life begins; written with a evil grin. Emotions high soaring high into the sky were I and I Find peace, leaving those left in there lies and deceit Rolling from the teeth of the wicked trying to be discreet. Blackhemmingway 2014©