Good and virtuous,

Both are courteous,

But one is favored by God.

People say that they are kind,

Helping those they left behind,

People say that they have faith,

But in their church, they lie safe.

Who is evil, who is good?

The robber in the neighborhood,

Gives to poor, steals from rich,

Or that greedy, holy snitch.

Who is the monster, who is the man?

The deformed face, lives in a can.

A well-to-do man walks by,

He lets the face beg and cry.

But, of course, he's going to CHURCH,

So there is no time to search,

For that missing, little girl,

All alone, in the big, dark world.

'Oh, that disgusting 'gay' or 'bi',

He really deserves to die,'

Even though he's a person too,

And has done but none to you.

Good and virtuous,

Oh, how curious,

That they are not the same.