Shadow Play

Fake piety, wearing robes of decay
You stand there speaking of dismay

False words, with the tune to sway
To fill up the coffers thats so easy

You act so precious so every cliché
What are you a man made of clay

Flaunt excess, revel in shadow play
Forget the dust waiting to repay 

Makes no distinction for majesty
Forsaken are those with no humility 

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