Pretender

He pretends as the saint you wish With soft voice he fills the air Acting as the pious one With honesty to spare But deep beneath his sheeply act Lies the mind of a Lucifer brood In wait to make his jealous strike In false witness even of you He prides his pathetic lying tongue To ring the Master's till For he is Son of the Lying One With False Witness he shall kill But little doth this liar know Standing beyond his view Angels of Death patiently wait To take him on God's cue For long this moral always says: Thy tongue shall lead to thy death