Their ways are painted with evil.
Smiles covered with jealousy and envy.
And their hearts wear jewellery of venom.
They compliment mistakes and disregard good deeds.
They have canines like wolves.
Blood suckers like vampires.
Their breath smells of death.
They are hungry for murder.
They loath your happiness.
They smile at your tears.
There are wizards and witches. Lucifers angels.
Serpents with pangs that penetrates deep in the soul.
Their voices carry the warmth of demons.
Hypocrites that will rape your peace and strip your happiness.
Their stir feuds with their sharp tongues armed with spears of lies.
Their faces wear plastic smiles.
Your success feeds them pain.
Your happiness nurtures their jealousy.
Your well-being paints their eyes red.
Wolves in the sheep’s skin.
