They walk in the mask of saints, <br /> So innocent with hearts full of evil, <br />Their looks are polished with false paints, <br />Designed by the devil. <br /> <br />They claim their seeds are true, <br /> Presenting lies as proofs, <br /> They cover the truth with clues, <br /> Labeled as pastors but crooks. <br /> <br /> <br />They are found all around, <br />Directing sheep's into sins to stray, <br />On their minds money pound, <br />Using the church as a make way. <br /> <br /> <br />Their work grow and show on them like seeds and feathers, <br />With it everywhere they sow and fly, <br />But their seeds wont grow, <br />Fake pastors I live you to the sky.<br /><br />Enoch Owusu Gyamfi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fake-pastors/
