Hollow

Be the way I tell you to

That’s all we hear from you

You close the door

On all that is good

While the termites gnaw the yew

A corner on the way to holiness

That’s what you think you have

The fakeness and hypocrisy

Are enough to drive me mad

So tell me not the story 

Of your glorious and perfect faith

Corruption and evil 

Is all that you are

A hollow dying wraith