they turned and walked away
walked away shame faced
their holier than thou stance
crumbled like a straw hut
engulfed by a fiery inferno
stung by wasps of imperfection
not one could throw a stone
today i stand condemned
let the perfect one throw a stone
like in those days of old
they walk away shame faced
that is the start of introspection
their minds befuddled by that wisdom
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