Pharisee.

Wolves hiding under sheep's skin,
they condemn thy brethren's faults
but look away from their own sins.
Liars and Pretenders, all in a single line,
they think they're holy a ninth of the time.

Bow down and kiss His feet,
Worship and Praise him to show your faith so deep.
You exalt in a loud voice for everyone to hear,
Quote his verses, parables and teachings.
You raise your hands up high to give him Glory.

Modern pharisee,
You condemn my wrongdoings.
You revile what wrong your eyes can see,
and you think of yourself so Holy.
You shout, curse, criticize and complain,
But at His presence you stand seemingly without fault.
You taunt me, provoke and coerce,
But at His attendance you act so pious and divine.

I am not acquitting myself of my faults, I know I may have done some wrong.
But do not criticize me as if you have not sinned the same fault.
You Hypocrite, be ashamed of your words and actions.
You are not chaste and innocent at all.
Great Pretender, may your soul torment in Inferno.
You are the greatest sinner,
You are the greatest this world has ever known.