The loyalty it seems,
Untruthful loyalty we offer,
The perfection we claim,
Imperfect lane we ride along,
Paint us like a sinful Saint.
In despair we burn our offering,
With a frown heart,
In hypocrite we kneel down,
Before thee, our creator,
Yet we shut our mind to realised,
We had traded with sinful gods.
The request we made,
Miraculously it been granted,
Not in any manner,
But dark and crooked,
Unto gods we slam all complain,
We deafen our ear to the reality,
That gods aren't Saint.
Gods aren't Saint,
As Saint aren't gods,
For the gods are unclean to God,
With their wretched way dine our loyalty,
Stylishly it slip through our mind,
That Even gods aren't Saint.
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