Hypocrite

The daughter of the stabber
The grandchild of betrayal
From the generation of strange children
My mother told me of what thy generation look like
She said thy plant was dangerous because its received an evil nourishment
Thou was the daughter of the stabber that stab her friend at the back
Thou showth favour at my sight but thou hammer evil on me at my back
If it were me, i would rather hammer evil to the evildoer right at the evil sight
Thou wanted to help, has thou helped thyself
Hypocrite, daughter of the stabber
Grandchild of betrayal whose linage is from the strange children
Thou knowth the truth but kept mute, are thou scared of thy confrontation ?
Thy nay was never nay and thy yes was never yes
Thou are unstable like water,
Thou was unclear as the cloud
show thy colour so that people might knew thee, but thy refused because thou are unstable
My mother never knew thy kind, so i never want to know thy kind.
Hypocrite your generation is strange !