The Pharisaism And Its Advocacy Poem by Enchanting Owl

Mien is the front veil, and countenance is the back domino.
As a slayer dressed finely like a refined beaux.
Hiding the delicate core and protecting its cavernous nature.
The lion is not ready to open; it denatures.

Pharisaic people judge the lineament and what they don't know.
The weight is on the inside; it's not for show.
To judge is deep ignorance, and to accept is fine education.
That's why people are standoffish and use stupendous caution.

Never judge a book by its cover; first know the rich content.
Acquaintance is an investment; it's well spent.
A cynic is a doubter, and redemption will do its counterpart.
Better to have a euphonious bond; it's a diaphanous art.