Sins and secrets may not show.
Behind closed doors everyone knows.
Sins you keep.
As lies pile steep.
To the world looking in, you’re a godly man.
Political points matter as life began.
Secrets untold.
Money can’t buy mold.
Fruit you’ve provided has begun to rot.
As secrets come forth.
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