Spreading your branches so far out
Pretending to bare good fruits.
Fruits that looks ripe and lush
Yet
Each bite filled with bitterness and lust
Each bit packed with worms of uncleanness,hatred,witchcraft
and envy
Those who partake become corrupted.
You grow so tall and strong deceiving passerby
So they can rest and feel your shade of promiscuity and
drunkardness.
You wave your leaves as if to praise
You false prophet
How long will you flourish
Your seeds fall like thorns
You don't have the true vine
You will never produce good fruits
Your day will come when you will be cut down
Thrown in fire to burn.