Where actions speak louder than words,

The killer masquerades as a saviour,

But their hands stained with blood betray them.

 

The deceiver weaves a web of lies,

Yet truth shines through in the light of day,

Revealing their deceitful ways.

 

Slanderer, with venomous tongue,

Cannot be the one who extols virtues,

Their malicious words a reflection of their own darkness.

 

Gossip monger, spreading tales far and wide,

Will never be the bearer of rewards,

For their whispers sow seeds of discord.

 

Satan, cloaked in darkness,

Can never be divine,

Their malevolent nature bared for all to see.

 

Magicians, masters of illusion,

Cannot possess true wisdom,

Their tricks a mask for their lack of depth.

 

Backstabber, friend turned foe,

Their betrayal cuts deep,

Leaving wounds that may never fully heal.

 

Robbers, taking what is not theirs,

Can never be bankers,

Their greed tarnishing their every act.

 

Exposer, laying bare secrets,

Will never be a protector,

Their revelations a weapon, not a shield.

 

Hater, consumed by bitterness,

Can never know the depths of love,

Their hearts closed off to compassion.

 

For in the end, it is our actions that define us,

Revealing the truth of who we are,

No mask can hide the essence of our soul.