You know the man, you know how he seethes and burns from the inside, though he occasionally masks it with a smile and smooth words. You know the malevolence within.
- an old-man’s lust for a young girl’s flesh, his fingers in her hair, on her skin
- a black-hearted scorn for people of color coming up from “shithole” countries. He calls them vermin. He calls them dogs
- a gleeful delight as he imagines his enemies imprisoned. Tortured. He is concupiscent for their screams
- a blasphemy of the ego. I don’t need to be forgiven. Don’t bring God into this
- a vainglorious pretension grasping for power and money. I am a king to be adored, a god to be revered
- a never-ending torrent of worthless lies. He lies with every breath
- a predator’s hands splashed with blood
Do not trust him, even when he grins for the camera; his unctuous heart is filled to full with seven abominations.
Proverbs 26:24-25


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