Que a Família seja: O Sal da Terra, Luz que ilumina, encobrindo as trevas.


King of the Pharisees

King of the Pharisees

His heart was a deep black hole but he spoke of God with his lips
Like the Pharisees of old he was a despised hypocrite
Proclaiming moral self-righteousness he lived a life of deceit
Playing God with the lives of others became his favorite retreat
Consumed by arrogance and pride he found fault at every bend
And his nitpicking away at others would just not cease to know an end
To place heavy burdens upon everyone was his never-ending cry
Oh pity the King of the Pharisees when it's his time to die

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