Holy ones


They claim to be holy.

They act godly.

They know all the scriptures,

And all the earth creatures.


They don't miss Sabbath.

They waste water as they bath.

They rub the bible verses in their faces.

Inside they are lions.


They call themselves servants of the lord.

Yet they are the one that insult others.

Bible say,love others like yourself.

They still hate the others.


Hoping to see heaven someday.

While they sin everyday.

They misunderstand the bible.

They are hypocrites.


They act like jesus's siblings.

They do all this for the shillings.

Witches are those that go to church everyday.

And drink holy wine of God.


The judgement day is coming.

Any time from now.

If not soon then sooner.

Prepare the way for the lord.


Read your bible on a everyday.

These days churches is a business.

My son don't go there.

Just attend yours at home.


Hundred people to church everyday,

But only two will make it to heaven.

Don't count the days you attend sabbath,

Rather count the words you have acquired.


Fake holy ones everywhere.

You can point them out one by one.

Truth will show,when the masks will burn

And the holy ones will wait their turn


By johannes sindimba.


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