once upon a time you had a purpose to
corrupt, murder and destroy
thought you were going to draw me into your
disarray of a malevolent pathway,
but I saw past your
washed off whiter than snow fur
and phony-smoother than butter-
but my wolf and foe
you could scarcely walk the walk
nonetheless, were you the good tree
to bear the right fruit
thought your smiling,
innocent, sheepish face had
check mated me,
But SMILING faces.....
they tell LIES!
Matthew ch. 7 vs. 15-17
Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.
Written by Keda Jeantine'
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