A Wolfling’s Refrain

With my lips I call you dearest friend,

But behind your back I sneer with contempt,

“Far from sin – may your way mend,”

Yet my blackened heart tells me, “I am exempt.”

In speech I make the saintly claim,

But with my life I blaspheme His Name.

“Ho! Simple one,” I say with a smirk,

“Fall in! Fall in behind, for heavenward I go,”

And so the fools come – for the right way is such an irk!

Ha! See how slyly I deal the deadly blow?

In speech I make the saintly claim,

But with my life I blaspheme His Name.

My woolly skin looks as white a snow,

Yet my true coat is of the foulest black,

A good life I promise you will know

But in truth I load you with an ever heavier sack.

In speech I make the saintly claim,

But with my life I blaspheme His Name.

© 2011 Ben-Peter John Scotton

Based on Matthew  7:13-20, 23:25-28

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