Holy Daze

​Holidays, holy daze

Timeless craze 

Mindful ways

Speaking sharp words

A blunt minds

Wields a bitter pen

That the hypocrisy of sin

Are what they neglect to find 

Yet cut they do like swords

They make the wound then dress it 

As if to impress the forgiveness of the hit

Little do they suspect 

The benign neglect 

That worms its way into the hearts 

Of those with small parts

To play even upon this stage

Regardless of age 

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