In shadows deep, the hypocrite dwells,
With a silver tongue, false tales he tells.
Under a guise of virtue, he hides,
A chameleon, in truth, he divides.

His words like honey, sweet to the ear,
Yet in his heart, deception and fear.
Promises made, but never to keep,
Trust is a bridge, over which he won’t leap.

Beneath the surface, a soul so cold,
Eyes that sparkle, but lies they hold.
He walks in light, but darkness he sows,
A friend to your face, but an enemy close.

Beware the smile, the handshake firm,
For behind it lies a hidden germ.
The hypocrite’s path, a twisted trail,
A life of deceit, destined to fail.