Disclosed Exposure

It does not matter the robe one wears.
To cover a smothering up,
Of pretended self righteousness.

Sermons to learn them from pulpits delivered,
Does not change...
Temptations to lust to have or sins to commit,
Left behind from one's mind as if not...
A human being.
To disclose this exposure to reveal.

Why do people become hypocritically uptight?
When questionable misconduct,
Is not missed to be hidden at all.
But purposely bared naked to address.
As if to dare to be confronted.

And people who gather in places to charade,
Think nothing of the masks...
They adorn to wear in full masquerade.
Hoping their pretentious displaying ways,
Attracts the hollowness of their actions.
Yet...
Remain they do,
Indulging in the accepted fakeness.

Until the fiction of it sickens an addiction.
Allowed to spread and infest,
The manifestation of a truth.
Gone to no longer respect.
Regardless,
From where or how...
The imitating of it is addressed to perform.
To forget...
How boring it had been to sit through,
The nothingness.
Of such expected repetitive B.S.
To disclose and expose,
A listening to nothing new.
As time to waste continues for the few,
Consciously awake anticipating a miracle!