We live in the world of illusion,
Daily we try to find ourselves,
Questioning our real identity,
We are locked up in cocoons.
We found ourselves in a religion,
Where worshippers are masked,
With different attitude and aptitude,
In gatherings, all behave like saints.
Some holy sinners,
While some righteous hypocrites,
All singing and dancing,
Shouting at the top of their voices.
At home and at work,
They are demons in skirts and trousers,
Cheaters and lies,
Backbiting hides in their smiles.
Pretenders roam the streets,
Religions their masks,
They smile with malice
in their hearts.
Many skirts and trousers
fake identities,
But they shout and sing to high heavens,
Calling neighbours, enemies.
At the sound of trumpets,
All hidden identities,
Will be laid bare,
Saints and sinners
Will rejoice in hades or heaven.