Smiling faces, show no traces, of the evil that lurks within, nor the sin. Even here in the den, at the swing of the pen.
Hell arrives
and it always jives
Hell will show up on a nice day
next thing you know it's raining
with clouds of gray
surely it will get in the way
have the mind running astray
it will try to stay
Religious folks pray
others foolishly play
along comes the decay
Hell will show its ugly disgrace
in the form of a pretty face
At first it will show no trace
later on it will take over the place
Hell may show up in the form of love
next thing you know in comes
the push and shove
Hell might end up being your
sister or brother
your father or mother
One things for sure it will
evily smother
Hell may show up in one you
expect the least
it maybe your local priest
I love this phrase, "Smiling faces, show no traces, of the evil that lurks within..." It is so true and I guess we just have to be careful who we put our trust in since it is impossible to know what is in another's heart and mind.
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