In shadows deep, the whispers lie, Behind the smiles, deceit draws nigh. A mask adorned, a face so bright, Yet…
In shadows deep where whispers hide, The hypocrite dons a cloak of pride. Smiles painted with practiced grace, Yet truth…
Beneath the cloak of righteousness, they hide, A face that shifts, a truth denied, With words of gold, they weave…
In shadows deep, the hypocrite dwells, With a silver tongue, false tales he tells. Under a guise of virtue, he…
Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery glow, Lies a heart wrapped in deceptive shadows. Words like honey, yet actions betray, A…
In the cloak of night, they whisper lies, With silver tongues and deceitful eyes, They paint their world in shades…