Title: "Vipers!" Brood of vipers… You teach the truth with poisoned tongues. You hold the scrolls but you never keep the Law. You choke on your doctrines and call it righteousness… But judgment is coming. They tighten up traditions like a priest-made chain, Dress in holy robes but their hearts ain’t changed. Whitewashed tombs—clean stone, dead bones, They quote every verse like they sit on the throne. Rules on your brother but your sin stays hid, Act like shepherds but you guard the grid, Turn the house of Turah to a power seat, Then call it faith while you stand in deceit. Hypocrites––you dress the serpent as a teacher. Blind guides––the venom stays deeper. You bind heavy burdens but won’t lift a finger, You say you know the truth but the lies always linger. Vipers! They slither in the temple with a counterfeit heart. Vipers! You look the part but you tear truth apart. Vipers! Brood of liars with a righteous mask. Vipers! But the fire’s coming fast. They stand at the gate but they shut it for the meek, Talk Torah but the motives stay weak. You pray in the streets just to look like saints, But your prayers don’t rise through the paint. You chase first seats, titles, and fame, But the courtroom’s calling out every name. You break the covenant for tradition’s sake, You trade the truth for the power you take. Hypocrites––spitting scripture like a weapon. Blind guides––you teach what you never step in. You swallow whole camels and strain every gnat, Then judge other men while you fall where you sat. Vipers! In the temple with the serpent breath. Vipers! Dress religion up like life and death. Vipers! Brood of liars hiding in the fold. Vipers! Truth burns hotter than gold. You can fool the crowd. You can build the stage. But the Judge sees every shadow, and every hidden page. Vipers! You claim the keys but you locked the door. Vipers! Truth exposes what you built before. Vipers! The wilderness rises when the leaders fall. Vipers! Don’t be like them at all.
