They carry themselves in full grandeur and pomp
There are the ultimate definition of pompous
They spread a fake truth which is blasphemous
They are infamous
Some magic stuff, hocus pocus
There are turning the Lord’s Temple into a circus
They fake to be religious
Behaving all sacrilegious
Blinded by their magic, they are fooling us
They tell us the world will end tomorrow
Sweet tongued people abandon their life bearer
Our naivety and poverty they make a career
Their services are like a market
With money-filled basket
People fill the basket rather than buy their bearer a casket
Advertising their super-powers in branded pamphlet
Truth be told
The world shall come to pass
Devoid of the fake notion of the seers
No one knows exactly when
Never be fooled by a human to believe when
Elegantly dressed and great orators
They confuse and plunder
Their doctrines drive a man and a wife asunder
They are deadly as a puff adder
They will lick all of the content of your bladder
Spreading the fake truth
In the right hand the Holy Scriptures
In the left hand the wallet
There are the “Seers of Doom”