Life cannot be lived with head buried in the ground, 

Yet that is what so many did, 

What she did, ignoring truth’s sound. 

So many of her friends only heretic loons,

Liars, the deluded, 

“Jesus” only a name being slung by baboons. 

They waited for more hate upon which to feed, 

Swallowing it whole, 

Following their fake creed. 

But that was her upbringing, 

And she did the same in her life, 

Refusing love for falseness and taking lies to sing.

Like they, she would never admit the truth within her, 

She did not even acknowledge it, 

Her heart did not stir. 

Crocodile tears, 

And fingers in ears,

The same lack of shame, theirs in microcosm, 

As they denied they were evil, 

So she denied the truth of her guilt in her bosom. 

And he had to wonder 

How he could have ever fallen in love with such a slave.