You tell them

"Just be yourself"

yet you remain lost behind that filthy façade

So please tell me,

what’s better between your deceptions and shams?

possibly you've reached the equilibrium

between your false truths

maybe you are trapped in between

the threads of your unspeakable reality

Poor wanderers, if only they knew,

that your wisdom is as imaginary as the smile you wear

when you greet the worshippers,

every Sunday morning.