It seems if you write poetry

To some you must be gay.

They take no chance in hiding it,

By telling others you're that way.

Pity souls when judgement comes,

And truth will be known.

Slander is a deadly sin,

And cannot be disowned.

The rightous soul can be decieved,

When gossip destroys a reputation.

And it is so easily done;

The wagging tongue is never done.

Oh they think they served the Lord,

And saved a soul from sin.

But in the end they never see,

How wrong their minds have been.